Blurb：
Jocelyn's rise from rock bottom to business prodigy was legendary—until her wedding day shattered everything. When her toxic ex Ryan crashes the ceremony, revealing dark marks and claiming Jocelyn begged him to stay the night before marrying Ethan, the groom’s world collapses. Ethan confronts the truth: Was Jocelyn’s love for him just repayment for saving her life? As Ryan threatens suicide and Jocelyn remains eerily calm, Ethan must decide if their vows are worth keeping. A gripping tale of obsession, betrayal, and the scars left by first love. Perfect for fans of intense emotional dramas and complex characters like Jocelyn, Ethan, and Ryan.Content：
The year Jocelyn hit rock bottom, her first love shattered her collarbone with a knife—all for a thousand bucks.I was the one who pulled her from the river she tried to drown herself in, giving her a second chance at life.
It took her five years to claw her way up, transforming into a business prodigy the city’s elite whispered about in awe.
And at the absolute peak of her career, she chose to marry me.
Everyone said I was the luckiest man alive.
Until our wedding day.
Ryan, the ex who had abandoned her, crashed the ceremony and forcibly kissed her in front of everyone.
He ripped open his collar, revealing a canvas of ugly, purplish marks.
His eyes, full of provocation, locked onto mine.
“Has Jocelyn ever played like this with you, Ethan? The night before your wedding, she was in my bed, begging me not to leave.”
A chilling cold washed over me, plunging me into an icy abyss.
I turned to look at Jocelyn. She just stood there, silent. No denial. No explanation.
In that single, deafening moment, I understood everything.
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Under the stunned gaze of every guest, I slowly withdrew the wedding ring I held in my palm.
Jocelyn’s hand shot out, grabbing mine. Her voice was as unnervingly calm as ever.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t we continuing the ceremony?”
She paid no mind to Ryan’s taunts, nor did she deny a single word he’d said.
Her reaction seemed to stun Ryan the most. He began to tremble violently, his face a mask of disbelief and rage.
“Jocelyn! Have you forgotten what you said to me yesterday?”
He swept his hand across a table, shattering a wine glass. Snatching a shard of glass, he pressed it against his own throat.
“If you dare marry him today, I’ll die right here.”
The wild movement exposed more of the dark marks blooming across his skin. My mind flashed back to the night before.
Jocelyn was a lightweight, which is why I always handled the drinking at business functions. But last night, she’d come home completely wasted.
The moment she walked through the door, she was on me, her kisses more desperate and passionate than ever before.
“Ethan, it’s you I love, it can only be you…” she murmured against my lips. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me like he did.”
She repeated it like a mantra, as if trying to convince me, or maybe herself.
Then her phone buzzed, shattering the spell.
Her face went pale when she saw the caller ID, and she instinctively pushed me away.
I caught her hand, my voice hoarse. “Don’t stop.”
She’d never pushed me away like that before. Never.
“Our wedding is tomorrow. You need to rest,” she said, her voice suddenly distant. “Something came up at the office. I have to take care of it.”
She leaned in, giving me a quick, almost chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth before hurrying out.
She never came home that night.
Now, I clenched my fist around the ring. The diamond bit into my flesh, the sharp sting a brutal confirmation that this was no nightmare.
The old Jocelyn would have had anyone who disrupted her wedding dragged out and destroyed. But this Jocelyn simply held out her hand, stubbornly waiting for me to place the ring on her finger.
“This is our wedding day. Don’t make a scene,” she whispered, her eyes flashing with a warning. “Ignore him. He doesn’t have the guts to actually do it. Let’s just finish the ceremony.”
Her dismissive tone was the final straw for Ryan. He completely lost it, smashing decorations, his voice cracking as he screamed through his tears.
“I won’t let you marry him! You promised me! Yesterday, you told me marrying Ethan was just your way of repaying a debt!”
Jocelyn’s expression hardened. She finally shot Ryan a look, but only to signal her bodyguards to remove him.
“He wants to die,” I said, my voice flat as I stepped forward, blocking the bodyguards’ path. “Why not let him?”
I put the ring back in my pocket and turned to Jocelyn.
“Does your promise to me still stand?”
The day Ryan came back into her life, the day he found out I was her fiancé, he’d ambushed me on the street and stabbed me three times. I nearly bled out on the pavement.
Jocelyn had sworn to me then, promised me that if I ever saw him again, I could settle the score myself.
This time, I didn’t wait for her answer. I grabbed a steak knife from a nearby table and plunged it into Ryan’s stomach.
Blood bloomed from the wound, dripping onto the pristine white floor.
Gasps echoed through the hall.
Jocelyn, who had been so composed, finally broke. Her face contorted in panic.
She rushed to Ryan’s side, frantically checking his injury before whirling on me, her voice a venomous hiss.
“Ethan! What the hell are you doing?”
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