He Changed His Bride To His Crush

I went from being angry to feeling helpless. Then I finally understood.

I looked in the mirror, wiped off my makeup, and changed into my own clothes.

This wedding was never really mine.

My bad decision had already made my parents lose face.

Cyrus was trash. I did not want him anymore.

The wedding felt like it would never end.

I planned a big wedding to celebrate our love, but it only brought me pain.

When it was finally over, someone opened the door to the dressing room.

Cyrus was standing there. He looked tired and worn out.

“Ruby, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll explain everything to your parents, and I—”

I did not let him finish. I slapped him across the face.

“Mr. Lloyd, I quit!”

I had always been calm and sensible. I had never acted this way before.

Cyrus froze.

I walked past him without looking back.

“Ruby!” he called after me.

I did not say a word to Cyrus. I just walked straight over to my parents.

They still had red marks on their faces from earlier.

Our relatives crowded around them and gossiped.

“I told you. Chasing money isn’t a good thing.”

“Ruby got fooled, didn’t she? Thought she’d bag a rich guy, but turns out, he never even liked her. This is so humiliating! You really should’ve taught your daughter better.”

I stood in front of my parents. When I saw how upset and ashamed they looked, my heart sank. I did not care who was talking. I snapped back.

“Aunt Jenny, when did you ever see me chase after money? Cyrus had nothing when I supported him!

“Aunt Anna, you’re blaming my parents now? When Cyrus gave you that bracelet, you didn’t say anything!

“He’s the one who cheated and changed the bride at the last minute! He’s the one with no morals! If I’d known what kind of person he really was, I never would’ve dated him!”

I was too angry to notice Cyrus standing behind me. I did not see the look of pain in his eyes.

On the way home, my parents did not ask any questions.

They softly told me to take care of myself and not to cry over someone who was not worth it.

Parents loved their children no matter what.

After dropping them home, I went back to the place Cyrus and I had shared for seven years.

The moment I opened the door, a familiar smell hit me.

My mind felt sharp and clear, but my chest felt heavy as though a boulder weighed down on it.

My eyes welled up with tears, but I tried hard not to cry.

All the pain I had swallowed had nowhere to go.