The tailored suit accentuated James’s tall, long–legged frame. Even seated in a wheelchair, sleeping, he didn’t appear fragile.
His thin lips were pale but conveyed a distant coolness, his stern features suggesting how imposing his presence would be when awake.
Marrying him didn’t seem like such a bad thing after all.
Stella closed her eyes gently and leaned forward to place a kiss on James’s lips.
Her lipstick colored his pale lips red, making his complexion appear more vibrant, as if he might wake at any
moment.
Witnessing this scene, Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell felt their hearts being stabbed repeatedly, as if someone was twisting a knife inside them.
Maxwell struggled wildly, breaking down to the point that bloody tears streamed from his eyes.
The guards restraining him were affected by his violent movements, nearly losing their grip several times as he knocked over chairs and tables.
“Stella! You’re mine! You’re supposed to marry me…”
He roared like a wounded animal, completely losing his mind.
Nearby, Adrian and Lucas were in similar states–their eyes bloodshot, bulging with desperation. Despite being restrained by numerous guards, they continued to fight with tremendous strength.
The three families‘ parents wore deeply troubled expressions as they repeatedly apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.
“We’re so sorry for this. The wedding is done, they’ve seen it. Stella and they have no future together. We’ll take them away immediately!”
With that, the three sets of parents gave their sons no further opportunity to watch, ordering their security teams to drag them home.
In their field of vision, Stella’s figure grew smaller and smaller until she disappeared completely.
The three men reached the breaking point of despair, the last glimmer of light in their eyes extinguished as their struggles gradually weakened.
It was over for them.
The woman they had once wholeheartedly wanted to marry was now wed to someone else.
And they had pushed her away with their own hands.
Chapter 9
Overwhelming pain and despair plunged them into an abyss.
Everything that had happened in these short three months replayed relentlessly in their minds, constantly tormenting them, driving them deeper into despair.
They had lost their memories, forgotten the person they loved most, and had hurt and humiliated her so terribly!
Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell were consumed by self–reproach, their eyes moist as tears fell.
The heart–wrenching pain surged like a tidal wave–they only wished that they had been the ones to suffer during these past three months.
The guards threw them onto the floor of a room where they lay with vacant eyes that let in no light.
With a loud bang, the door closed. They were locked together in a pitch–black room, the ropes binding their hands somehow removed.
They lay on the floor in despair, with no desire to struggle.
Suddenly, the room lit up. Every wall displayed projections of how they had tormented Stella over the past few months.
Many were security camera videos–not high definition, but clear enough to show everything they had done to Stella and their expressions of disgust.
Though only a few months had passed, Stella had nearly died multiple times because of them and suffered countless humiliations.
Once they had cherished her above all else, only regretting they hadn’t been good enough to make her choose them definitively.
But now, they had left her broken and wounded, and their former love had completely dissipated.
The videos played over and over, like torture slowly flaying their hearts.
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