After My Wedding Disaster, My Life Fell Into Darkness

I had been secretly married to Isaac for three years. When I was eight months pregnant, he said he would give me an unforgettable wedding. I held my belly and stood on the stage with full expectation, but it was his assistant who walked towards me.

She threw the bright red marriage certificate in my face in public and cursed at me, "Suzy, you shameless mistress, do you think you can get promoted by having a bastard? Dream on!"

"Aren't your parents known as the guardians of marriage? How did they teach their daughter to be such a cheap mistress?" she exclaimed.

Isaac stood behind her and his cold eyes made me feel like I was falling into hell...

Later, I understood. He chose to get the marriage certificate with his assistant the day before our wedding in order to avenge his dead childhood sweetheart and her daughter.

That night, my mother died of a heart attack due to the online violence and my father fell from the building and died immediately.

He personally reported that all my papers were plagiarized and I was deprived of my postgraduate status and university degree. It was no surprise that I became a mistress that everyone despised and my premature child became a bastard...

I met Isaac again five years later. He said, He wanted to give me and my child a home.

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"Suzy?"

The voice that had dragged me back to nightmares in countless late nights made me stiff. I turned my head and met Isaac's shocked eyes. His appearance in a suit and tie perfectly overlapped with the indifferent groom in my memory.

In the past five years, I have imagined countless reunion scenes, but I didn't expect it to be in such a place and in such an identity. I thought I would hate him to death if we met again, but there was no fluctuation in my heart.

"Excuse me." I turned sideways and tried to pass by him, but he stopped me with his hand.

The teasing in the club's private room broke the silence of looking at each other.

"So what if I couldn't pluck Jemima, the most beautiful woman in my generation? Even if she is as noble as a saint, the precious daughter she raised carefully can only kneel on the ground like a dog and beg for my love."

"You are awesome, Mr. Ross. I heard that Jemima was angered to death by her lowly daughter. If you hadn't raised her, I don't know where she would be standing on the street now!"

Jemima was my mother. The one who started to brag was my sponsor Mike Ross, who was also my mother's former ardent pursuer. The most worthy thing in his life was that the daughter of the former goddess had fallen into his little lover.

I pretended not to hear the smugness in Mike's tone and put my hand on the door handle to go in. But Isaac pulled me behind him and suddenly opened the door.

"Who are you talking about? Why are you so happy?" he greeted as he walked in.

Everyone didn't see me behind him and they were stunned for a moment and then returned to the lively mood.

Mike stood up shakily, his face full of sarcasm, "Mr. Giordano is also interested in my little lover? Then let everyone open their eyes."

He continued, "She is very cheap. She only costs $20000 a year and I can pick her 365 days a year. I can also guarantee that she is different every day. It is not an exaggeration to say that she has a succubus body."

There was laughter everywhere and everyone praised Mike for being strong and good at training.

Seeing that the topic was about to change color, I broke free from Isaac's shackles, smiled and walked from behind him to Mike and skillfully supported him.

"Didn't the doctor tell you to drink less?" I confronted him.

The private room suddenly became quiet. A dozen eyes were shining on me like searchlights and Isaac's was the most scorching.

Mike sobered up a little and realized that I heard everything he said just now. But he had no guilt at all and even pinched my chest a few times in public.

"You dare to control me for being late?" he asked.

He turned to everyone and going to announce proudly.

"This is what I told you, Jemima's precious daughter! I spent three years chasing her mother, but it only took me three seconds to chase her." Mike said proudly as his hand slid to my back.

I felt sick in my stomach. I kept smiling and let him show off his trophy in front of everyone. Compared to my father's medical expenses and my son's surgery expenses, these humiliations were nothing.

I gently wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with my sleeve and chuckled, "The doctor told you to stop drinking, so just think of it for my sake."

The soft light in my eyes made him stop thinking about humiliating me in public and he poured me three glasses of wine.

"I told you to arrive in a quarter of an hour, why are you late? Hurry up and apologize to the bosses, otherwise your leave tonight will be invalid." He said coldly.

If I hadn't run into Isaac at the door, I wouldn't be late. From coaxing my son to sleep to rushing over with a high fever, I calculated every second was a penny.

Although Mike was nearly fifty years old, he couldn’t fall asleep without tossing and turning for a day, unless I was sick. But today, I asked him for leave and he put forward these conditions. If I didn’t coax him well, I would definitely not be able to sleep tonight.

I ignored Isaac's secretive eyes, picked up the three glasses of white wine in front of me and drank them all. After three glasses of strong liquor, my stomach churned. My body couldn't stand the high fever at all. My throat was burning and my eyes went dark.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." I turned around and stumbled into the bathroom, vomiting violently.

Alcohol mixed with stomach acid burned my throat and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

I held the edge of the sink tightly and looked at myself in the mirror, my face was pale, but my lips were abnormally red due to the high fever and the broken hair on my forehead was soaked with cold sweat and stuck to my cheeks.

My face was really ugly. I scooped up cold water and slapped it hard on my face, trying to sober myself up.

"Your mother hates mistresses the most in her life. Does she know that you are so cheap to be a mistress now?" A cold voice came from behind me and I met Isaac's sarcastic eyes in the mirror.

He leaned against the door, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with an indifferent look, as if he was just watching a joke.

I pulled the corners of my mouth, didn't answer and continued to lower my head to rinse my mouth.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he walked closer with a sneer, "What? Are you mute?"

"Isn't this exactly what you want?" I answered whatever he wanted to hear.

Now I had lost my former pride.

Isaac's eyes suddenly sank, mixed with surprise.

Facing these cold eyes, the nightmare wedding five years ago reappeared.

His assistant Julia threw the marriage certificate in my face, calling me a mistress, the guests in the audience pointed and talked, my mother fell to the ground on the spot and my father slapped me in the face...

And Isaac stood in the middle of the crowd, watching all this indifferently. He hated me. Because he believed that it was my mother who forced his childhood sweetheart, Bella and her mother to death.

But it was Bella's mother who interfered in other people's marriages. When the mistress took away the first wife's property, my mother, as a lawyer, helped the first wife win the lawsuit and get back what belonged to her.

It was also Bella's mother who was unwilling to accept this and took her to jump off the building, hoping to force the scumbag to change his mind. As a result, she slipped and fell from the building and both mother and daughter died.

Isaac didn't believe it and couldn't accept this fact. He stubbornly believed that it was my mother who forced them to death. So, he deliberately approached me, tricked me into a secret marriage and then humiliated me in public at the wedding, destroying my whole family.

"Suzy, how did your mother teach you?"

"Mike can be your father and you are so cheap that you go to be his mistress?" He stared at me with sarcasm in his eyes.

My mother's death was a hurdle that I would never get over in my heart. My heart seemed to be tightly grasped and I bit my lips tightly to prevent tears from falling.

The mother who was proud of her life and hated mistresses the most was still being scolded for not educating her daughter well and raising a cheap daughter like me.

I took a deep breath, suppressed the sob in my throat and chuckled, "Yes, I am a bitch, otherwise why would I believe your lies and be your mistress for three years?"

Isaac's face sank and just as he was about to speak, my legs suddenly weakened and I almost fell. He subconsciously reached out to support me and his palm touched my hot skin and his face suddenly changed.

"You have a fever?" He asked with his face sank.

I pushed him away and barely stood up, "It's none of your business."

He pulled me and wanted to take me to the hospital. I struggled hard, but I couldn't get rid of his ironlike hand.

"Let go! Mr. Ross is still waiting for me, I don't have time to play with you." I struggled hard.

Isaac's eyes were filled with rage and before he could get angry, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

"Oh, Mr. Giordano is interested in my little lover?" it was Mike.

Mike leaned against the door frame drunkenly, his eyes swept back and forth between me and Isaac and his smile was meaningful.

Isaac glanced at him coldly without letting me go and said, "She has a fever."

Mike sneered, "She is my woman, is it your turn to worry about her?"

He came over and pulled me into his arms to claim his sovereignty. "Let's go back and continue drinking."

I endured the discomfort and left with him obediently, but Isaac suddenly said, "Mike, bullying the daughter of your former sweetheart, is this what you call love?"

My mind was dazed and I didn't understand what Isaac meant for a while. He forced my mother to death and destroyed my family, but now he sympathized with me?

Mike narrowed his eyes and spoke in a bad tone. "Mr. Giordano, it's meaningless for you to say this, right?"

Isaac ignored him and reached out to pull me into his arms, "She has a fever like this and you still let her drink? Mr. Ross, drinking is fun, but it's not good to cause a death."

Mike's face changed and he obviously realized that I was not in a good state.

But he soon sneered again, "Why, Mr. Giordano, are you feeling sorry for her? It wasn't like this when you stepped on her in the mud!"

Isaac didn't answer and dragged me out directly. I struggled and he picked me up horizontally.

Mike cursed behind me, but Isaac didn't even look back. I was hot all over and I didn't even have the strength to struggle, so I could only let him stuff me into the car.

Mike took advantage of his unpreparedness and got into the car, sitting in the passenger seat, with a cold tone, "Mr. Giordano, where are you going to take my woman?"

Isaac ignored his deliberately aggravated tone and said lightly, "If she is burned stupid, it will be meaningless for you to play with her."

Mike snorted and didn't say anything else.

The car drove in the night and there was silence in the car.

Until Isaac asked me, "Where is the child buried? I want to see him."

My heart shrank suddenly and my nails pinched into my palms. He thought Boby was dead.

Five years ago, after the wedding farce, I gave birth to a boy prematurely, but Isaac didn't even bother to look at him.

Later, he destroyed everything I had and I left with Boby, who had a congenital heart disease. Everyone thought the child didn't survive. I didn't want Isaac to know that Boby was still alive.

"No need. He doesn't deserve a father like you."

To be precise, it's Isaac who didn’t deserve to be the father of my child. If it weren't for the premature birth, Boby's heart disease wouldn't be so serious.

Isaac slammed on the brakes and his hands holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened and his knuckles turned white.

Mike's head was almost hit and he sneered coldly, "Mr. Giordano, the baby is dead, why are you pretending to have a deep fatherson relationship?"

Isaac ignored him, got out of the car, pulled Mike down with brute force and threw him on the ground and then drove away.

Only Isaac and I were left in the car.

The shadows of the trees on the side quickly retreated and the air was so stagnant that it was suffocating. Fortunately, we arrived at the hospital soon.

After seeing the doctor, I didn't wait for him to get the medicine and I walked out of the hospital to take a taxi.

As soon as the online car arrived, he rudely closed the door and drove away the driver.

Isaac sneered at me, "Are you so anxious to go back and can’t wait to serve him? Suzy, how low can you go?"

I didn’t know how low I could go. I only knew that on the wedding day, my life had fallen into darkness forever.

A mistress who was like a rat crossing the street, no degree and couldn’t find a job to support the family. The savings accumulated by my parents were squandered in just one year.

Everything that could be sold was already sold, but it still couldn't pay the high medical expenses. I also thought about dying with my father and son.

But at the last moment, Mike found out that I wanted to die and offered to support me. He said that only when people were alive could there be hope.

In fact, I had no hope, but the child who was connected to me by blood should not be abandoned. My father, who was implicated by me, should not be deprived of the right to live.

For their medical expenses, I hesitated for only three seconds before agreeing to be Mike's mistress.

I looked up at Isaac and curled my lips slightly, "Didn't Mr. Giordano know this a long time ago? I have always been so cheap."

In the past, I fell in love with Isaac, but only ended up in hell forever. Later, I became a mistress for someone else and I felt it was worth it to exchange for three lives.

Even though Mike always had a bad mouth, he gave me more than he promised. For this reason, I was grateful to him. As for what he wanted to seek from me, I no longer cared. Those days and nights of sex, I selfabusely believed that they were atonement.

Even Mike laughed at me and my mother would be angry with me and resurrect sooner or later. I even fantasized that if I was more humble, would my mother really come back to life? Then Dad would definitely wake up, instead of lying in bed like a living dead.

After the wedding, the revenge methods were coming one after another, which made our family overwhelmed. If it weren't for the sudden heart attack, Mom would definitely be able to prove my innocence, but unfortunately there was no if in this life.

Isaac looked at me calmly, his eyes were full of emotions and finally he sneered and let go of my hand, "Get lost!"

I turned and got on a taxi to go home.

Rushing into the room, I saw Boby's face flushed, his breathing was rapid and his small body was terribly hot.

"Mom, I feel uncomfortable..." he gritted his teeth, feeling cold.

I trembled and picked up Boby, comforting him while calling 120 in a panic.

The ambulance roared away from the community and I didn't notice that in the black car parked on the side of the road, Isaac was staring at the direction of the ambulance with a dark look in his eyes.

Fortunately, after rescue, Boby was out of danger.

But it was only temporarily out of danger and the situation was extremely unstable. The doctor said that surgery must be performed as soon as possible.

Faced with the surgery fee of at least $50000, I was full of bitterness and called Mike.

"Can you... advance me $50000?" My voice was trembling.

On the other end of the phone, Mike sneered, "Why, you want money again?"

"The child is sick and needs surgery..." I replied while holding my tears to fell.

He chuckled with his evil smiles, "Tonight, I want to unlock a new posture."

My nails dug deep into my palms and I said calmly, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, $30000 soon arrived in my bank card. According to the rules, I had to serve Mike well before I could get the remaining $20000.

Thinking of his special habits, my scalp numbs.

I turned back to the ward and bumped into a wall of flesh. Isaac stood behind me, looking at me coldly.

"Suzy, you are really more despicable than before. Why do you always want to rely on children to tie a man?"

Once, I loved him and he said he would get married secretly, so I got married secretly. I didn't even find out that the marriage certificate was forged by him.

He said he would make our relationship public when I got pregnant, so I tried my best to treat my polycystic ovary syndrome and prepare for pregnancy.

I took so many bitter medicines, not because I wanted to tie him down with a child, but simply because I wanted to give birth to the fruit of our love.

But I never thought that three years of love was just a revenge for him.

I couldn't help but laugh until tears came out and said calmly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, this time I successfully tied the man down with a child!"

Isaac clenched his fists and raised his eyebrows slightly, which was a sign of his anger. But he held back to my surprise.

"Leave Mike and come with me. But I don't want to raise bastards, just throw that child to him, I don't believe he will ignore his son's life or death." He said.

I looked up and stared at him and suddenly I couldn't laugh anymore. It turned out that he saw Boby with his own eyes, but he couldn't recognize that it was his child.

"Isaac, a good horse never turns back. I won't be a mistress to the same person twice!"

His fists creaked and he tried his best to suppress his anger, "In order to save Mike's child, you would rather humiliate yourself? He is a wellknown scoundrel in the underworld, torturing women like pigs and dogs..."

He seemed to really want to dig me to be his mistress. But I still refused. He was angry that I didn't know what was good for me and left with a wave of his sleeves.

I forced myself to tuck in Boby's quilt and turned to Mike's villa.

At dawn, I left the villa with bruises all over my body and finally received the remaining $20000 on my mobile phone.

Back in the hospital, I gently stroked Boby's pale face and tears silently fell.

"Mom... why are you crying?" Boby opened his eyes dazedly and raised his hand to touch my tearstained face.

I hurriedly wiped away my tears, "It's okay, Mom is just too happy. The doctor said that you can have surgery soon."

Boby smiled weakly, his eyes full of stars, "After the surgery, can I run like other children?"

I choked and nodded, "When everything is well, I will take you to the amusement park."

Boby fell asleep contentedly and I rested tiredly on the bench in the corridor. Not long after, I heard a commotion.

"It's her! The shameless mistress!"

The word mistress woke me up instantly and I saw a lady rushing over with a few burly men and slapping me hard in the face.

"Bitch! You dare to seduce my brother and still be single?"

I staggered a few steps after being beaten and before I could stand firm, my hair was grabbed hard.

"Strip her naked! Let everyone see what this bitch looks like!"

Screaming, insulting and tearing...

Boby cried and wanted to rush over to help me, but he was controlled by them and was insulted.

The moment my clothes were torn, I closed my eyes in despair.

Everything seemed to have returned to five years ago.

In the hospital corridor, everyone held up their mobile phones to take pictures and pointed, but no one came forward to help. I begged them to let Boby go, at least not to let him see the scene of his mother being humiliated, but no one paid attention.

"It serves you right! This is what you deserve for being a mistress!"

"You look so pure, but I didn't expect you to be so cheap!"

My clothes were stripped off and the bruises and ambiguous traces on my body were exposed.

Mike, like Isaac in the past, looked at his sister coldly and humiliated me to the extreme.

I didn't know when the insults and beatings would end. I curled up on the ground, trembling all over and kept mumbling sorry.

Boby had already fainted and was admitted to the emergency room again.

For the first time, I didn't dare to go to the door of the emergency room.

I was afraid of waiting for news that I couldn't accept.

Suddenly, a suit jacket covered me.

I looked up and met Isaac's complicated eyes. "Did you see it? This is the end of being a mistress. If you follow me, at least you won't be stripped naked."

At one glance, I knew that he had tipped off Mike's sister. I didn’t know how he said this. Ever since he asked his assistant to identify me as a mistress at the wedding, I had been stripped naked too.

The suit covering my body was like the emperor's new clothes.

I suddenly laughed out loud, "No matter how miserable it is, it's better than being your mistress. At least he is single!"

Isaac didn't wait for me to beg for mercy or bow my head, his eyes were extremely sinister, "Suzy, you are so ungrateful, you will regret it sooner or later."

He was right, I had regretted it a long time ago, regretted meeting him, regretted falling in love with him.

Three days later, Boby successfully matched a heart. The surgery fee was also collected.

For the first time in five years, I breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly received a call from the doctor,

"Ms. Suzy, your father has signs of waking up!"

I rushed into the ward ecstatically, but saw Isaac standing in front of the bed. And my father stared at his mobile phone screen with wide eyes, on which was playing a video of me being humiliated in public!

I rushed forward tremblingly and smashed Isaac's phone.

"Dad, listen to my explanation..." I tried to save my face.

My father raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at me and his lips trembled, "Evil... daughter..."

The next second, the monitor issued a piercing alarm.

"The patient's heartbeat stopped! Rescue quickly!"

I collapsed to the ground, watching the doctors busy.

In the end, I only waited for a sentence, ‘we tried our best please accept my condolences from the doctors’.

Fate was like a reincarnation, just like five years ago.

As long as Isaac stood there, even if he didn't say a word, he could make me fall from the clouds into the abyss. The hatred buried deep in my bones and blood roared out.

I turned around abruptly, grabbed Isaac's collar tightly and screamed at him, "Why did you show him that video?!"

Isaac's face was pale, "I just... wanted him to wake up and wanted to give you a surprise..."

Surprise? Another surprise! Wasn't it surprising enough that he killed my mother five years ago?

I laughed up to the sky and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Isaac! I admit that you made me fall into the quagmire! But why did you kill my mother, why didn't you even let my father go? What did I do wrong?"

He hugged me tightly, trembling all over, "Suzy, I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this..."

"I just wanted to atone for my sins after finding out that Boby was my child and I wanted to give you and the child a complete home..."