Another Bride

"Zac, are you feeling better now? I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

Seeing this, Zac first glanced smugly at me before pretending to cover his chest and replying, "It's okay. Maybe it's just the fatigue from the competition that caused my asthma to flare up again."

Zac was fine, yet Lana was still worried and directly gave him sick leave, insisting on sending him to the hospital for treatment.

As expected, whenever it came to choosing between Zac and me, Lana would always choose him.

She even forgot that I had heart disease and could not work overtime but remembered to bring Zac's medicine with her and even insisted on sending him to the hospital for treatment in case they overlooked. She was so afraid of missing something that she wouldn't let go of the slightest possibility of something going wrong. When I had heart pain earlier, she said I was faking illness and should just tell her that I refused to work overtime.

I shook my head, planning to leave this troublesome place.

Just as I reached the company entrance and was about to wait for the bus, I saw Lana driving Zac away in her car at top speed.

It was the latest top-of-the-line Porsche Taycan Turbo GT. The down payment was paid with the savings I had accumulated over the years. I even chose the license plate personally.

Now, the car was covered with Zac's favorite comic characters. Lana had taken it over and made it Zac's championship gift.

I could not help but sneer.

Over the past six years, whether there was a typhoon or heavy rain, I always took the bus to work.

I told Lana that I was thinking about getting a used car for my daily commute to work and for business trips. However, she called me vain, saying I should not compare myself to others and should just concentrate on myself.

Every year when I went home for Christmas, I had to fight for train tickets. Knowing I had not bought a car, friends and relatives kept pressing me about it. Even though I explained that my commute to work was not far and driving would be wasteful, seeing everyone around me with a car still made me a little sad. Thus, I mustered up the courage to order a car for myself on my 30th birthday.

When Lana found out, she smashed my phone without a word. She called me out as wasting money without her permission, called me vain and materialistic, and then forcibly requisitioned it, claiming it was for company use.

Unexpectedly, it ended up becoming Zac's personal toy car.

If I were truly vain and materialistic, I would have broken up with her long ago, married a rich heiress, moved into a mansion, and driven a Maybach. Why would I endure the disdain of others at work, be gossiped about as a loser, and even scrimp and save to get married? I was even reluctant to smoke a pack of cigarettes.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts. This time, I did not take the bus, nor did I compromise on saving money this time. I took a taxi for the first time in a long time. I planned to go home and pack up Lana's things to avoid any more arguments after the breakup.

Soon, I arrived at my doorstep. It was a small apartment my parents had bought after years of hard work.

When they learned I was going to help Lana start a business later, they left me the key.

To help her save money, we moved here together. At least we would not have to worry about high rent fees anymore.

However, Lana never appreciated my kindness. Instead, she often complained about why we did not buy a bigger house, saying she had nowhere to hang her clothes.

I skillfully entered the password to open the door, but the lock instantly turned red and emitted a piercing beep.

'Why can't I unlock it?' I wondered when the door opened from the inside.

The next moment, I froze at what I saw inside. I did not recognize the people inside at all.

Not only were all my things gone, but the entire layout of the house had been completely changed.