The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 48

I stood in a daze for who knows how long before returning to the wedding venue.

A few guests still lingered, murmuring among themselves about the spectacle they had just witnessed.

"Who was that woman who came in later? Which one is the real bride? I’m so confused."

"I know who she is," another chimed in. "I went to university with the groom. The woman in the crowd was the campus queen of our design institute. Back then, the two of them were the perfect couple."

"It’s such a pity they broke up. I wonder what happened."

Compared to confronting Jeremy’s deep feelings for Branka, these whispers barely hurt anymore.

I walked up to the stage, picked up the microphone, and took a deep breath.

"Everyone, I’m sorry to have made a fool of myself in front of you today. The wedding between Jeremy Herson and me is canceled."

With that, I forced myself to remain composed and stepped down from the stage. Taking out my phone, I dialed a number.

"Hello, Mr. Raphael. You once said that if I agreed to work at your company’s headquarters in the UK, you could help me heal my hands. Does that offer still stand?"

The voice on the other end sounded delighted.

"Yes, I’m willing to go to the UK," I replied.

Hanging up, I ripped off the necklace that symbolized my relationship with Jeremy and threw it to the ground.

I was done with this wedding.

I was done with this relationship.

After finalizing my visa for the UK, I returned home, exhausted in every sense of the word.

Jeremy was sitting on the couch, smiling as he stared at his phone.

When he saw me enter, he hastily locked his screen and looked at me with displeasure.

"You’re finally back? You owe Branka an apology! You were way too aggressive!"

Frowning, I met his gaze and retorted,

"Jeremy, that dress took me three years to design before the accident! You’re a designer yourself—you know how much effort that took!"

"You gave away something so precious to me without even asking. Did you ever respect me?"

As I spoke, I raised the hands that could no longer create designs. The gesture made Jeremy’s face instantly harden.

"Are your hands all you can talk about? You’ve been using them to guilt-trip me for so long. We’re married now—what more do you want?"