Chapter 1

The day I tried on my wedding dress, a strange woman burst into the VIP room and stabbed me without warning.

"Stealing my husband and still planning a wedding?"

She tore my veil to shreds, her face twisted with a grotesque smile as she splashed acid toward me.

The cold blade pierced my shoulder. I collapsed in front of the mirror, crying out in pain.

But she grabbed my throat, forcing me to look up:

"Ethan Cross is my husband. Who the hell do you think you are? Homewrecker!"

Blood stained the pristine white dress. That's when it hit me.

My perfect boyfriend of three years, the man I'd been engaged to, was already married.

"What are you staring at? Even if I kill you right now, no one can touch me!"

I grabbed my phone with blood-soaked hands and called my sister.

"Pick me up at the bridal shop. And tell the Cross family—the wedding's off."

I was in so much pain I could barely hold my phone. The strapless wedding dress had become a burden.

"You crazy bitch, do you even know who I am?"

She let out a shrill laugh, her eyes wild with madness:

"What, homewreckers think they're entitled now?"

Then she opened a livestream, shoving the camera right into my bloodied face.

"Come on, let the whole internet see what a homewrecker looks like! See if you dare steal someone's man again!"

She changed the stream title maliciously to—

"Wife Teaches Homewrecker a Lesson Live—Watch Her Get What She Deserves!"

In the frame, I slumped helplessly against the shattered mirror. The expensive wedding dress was ruined with blood and filth. My exposed wounds looked horrific.

The viewer count skyrocketed. The chat exploded:

【Good! Beat her harder! Homewreckers deserve to die!】

【That woman's badly injured. Is someone gonna die?】

【Serves her right! You steal someone's husband, you pay the price!】

I pressed my hand desperately against my shoulder, but blood kept seeping through my fingers.

The strapless gown kept sliding down. I had to use my other hand to clutch the neckline, barely keeping myself covered on camera.

Behind Vivian White stood two burly men, arms crossed, sneering coldly.

I really regretted not bringing bodyguards today.

"Help me, please! Someone call the police!"

I reached toward the employees huddled by the door.

But they just clustered together, pointing and whispering with expressions that said they were enjoying the show. Not one of them dared step forward.

The wound hurt so badly my vision went dark, but I bit down hard, refusing to pass out.

I forced myself to lift my head and stare into Vivian's twisted face.

"I'm the second daughter of the Sullivan family from New York. If you dare touch me, the Sullivans will never let you go!"

Vivian looked like she'd heard the funniest joke in the world. She lifted her foot and kicked viciously at my bleeding wound.

"The New York Sullivans? Ha! Never heard of them. Some nobodies!"

She ground her heel into the wound. I nearly blacked out from the pain.

"My husband is Ethan! The most powerful man in New York. What the hell is your Sullivan family?"

She grabbed my hair, pulling the camera close to my pain-whitened face.

"You all hear that? This homewrecker's making up stories to scare people! What Sullivan heiress—laughable!"

I curled up on the floor, my wound screaming where she stepped on it.

Ethan had been a scholarship student my family sponsored years ago.

I thought he was honest and decent. Three years ago, I got engaged to him.

We were supposed to get married this year. Instead, I came to try on a wedding dress and discovered his betrayal.

Blood and tears mixed together. I laughed.

Laughed at myself for being blind enough to raise a venomous snake as my partner.

Enduring the burning pain across my face, I used my last ounce of strength to shout at Vivian:

"Get me to a hospital right now, and tell Ethan to get his ass here and see me!"

Vivian clearly froze for a moment, but quickly turned vicious again.

She grabbed my hair in a fist:

"Who the hell do you think you are to demand my husband come see you?"

"If I die here today,"

I gasped through the pain but stared her down,

"The first person buried with me will be you! Ethan won't escape either!"

As if provoked, she laughed maniacally:

"So what if I kill you? The Cross family can afford to pay for it!"

With that, she grabbed the half-empty bottle of acid from the table and splashed it toward my face.

The door burst open with a loud BANG!

"I'd like to see who dares touch my sister!"