But Cedric, humiliated and furious after being knocked down, staggered back to his feet, grabbed a shard of glass, and stabbed it hard into me while my hands were tied up holding my mother.
The police finally reacted, guns raised, shouting at Cedric to stop.
The wedding had become complete chaos, nothing but ruins.
My mother held my hand, her voice weak and shaking. “Phineas, don’t cry. From now on, you don’t need to worry about me… just live the life you want.”
As soon as she spoke, her eyes slowly closed.
I no longer cared about Lavinia or anyone else. I carried my mother and followed the ambulance.
But her artery had been pierced. Even with emergency treatment, she couldn’t be saved. She died on the operating table.
I collapsed in the doorway, drowned in guilt and grief.
Was this fate cursed? If not, why else would my mother’s blood be spilled on my wedding day?
Lavinia called, but I didn’t pick up.
In the end, she sent a message. [Phineas, how’s Mom?]
[I’m sorry, I’ll apologize to you on Cedric’s behalf! I already brought him out of the mental hospital. The director tested him, and all the results were completely normal.]