They had long since commissioned a world-renowned designer to tailor a custom-made, multi-billion-dollar suit for Henry—along with a matching luxury watch and diamond-studded cufflinks. His best man’s attire was even grander than the groom’s.
And yet, Wyatt had been more than willing to let himself be overshadowed.
The moment I spoke, their faces lit up.
Clara beamed with satisfaction. "Jayce, you’ve really grown more sensible."
Wyatt patted his chest and swore, "Jayce, even if you can’t be my best man, you will always be the best brother in my heart—my one and only true friend."
Those promises were fake. The oaths were fake.
Only lies and betrayals were real.
I didn’t bother responding. I closed my eyes.
This family—I didn’t want it anymore.
And that included them.
—
A week later, the wedding proceeded as planned at a luxurious seaside hotel.
Dressed in his custom-tailored suit, Henry stood tall among the crowd, dazzling under the attention.
The moment he saw me approach in my wheelchair, his face lit up with exaggerated concern.
"Brother, are you okay? I heard you were injured so badly that your intestines almost fell out. I was so worried!"