Chapter 1On my wedding day, my fiancé married his FIRST LOVE—my bully.
Because I woke up six hours late.
Rushed to the venue—that bitch's in MY dress.
Freya smirked. "Kieran drugged you, babe. All 'cause I wanted a wedding."
"I tested him for you last night—he's insatiable~"
Kieran didn't even flinch.
"Isla, don't be so petty."
"Your turn's next week at City Hall. Big deal."
"Besides, Freya's tits actually fill it out. Yours? Flat as hell."
My dress—MONTHS picking it. Now their tool to humiliate me?!
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead?
I felt relieved.
Thank God—I'd been regretting this TOO.
Yesterday, Kieran's biggest rival proposed with a ten-carat diamond.
Perfect. I'm keeping it.
...
I didn't stick around for the toasts.
Went straight home.
My neighbor saw me and froze in surprise.
"Isla, why are you home? Wasn't today your wedding?!"
I'd been planning this wedding forever. Everyone knew.
Which meant now, with being played at the last minute—
There was no way to hide the humiliation now.
I kept unlocking the door, voice flat.
"Called it off. He's busy."
Busy giving his first love a wedding.
Pity flashed across her face. She didn't push further.
The moment the door closed, I headed straight for the bathroom.
Threw up everything.
I have a bad reaction to sleeping pills.
Kieran KNEW that.
He drugged me anyway.
I was lucky I even woke up.
When I finally stood up to rinse my mouth, my phone suddenly exploded.
Group chat—Kieran and all his buddies.
"Dude, Kieran's a LEGEND. Did you see? His girl didn't even dare say SHIT."
"How'd he train her? She's so obedient. Fucking unicorn."
"She's an orphan. Plus Kieran's loaded. What's she gonna say?"
They were dying laughing.
Then someone asked casually.
"Haha, think Kieran's coming home tonight?"
Replies came fast.
"Are you stupid? Obviously not! What do grooms do on wedding night? RAW-DOGGING, dumbass!"
The chat flooded with gross, sexual jokes.
Then suddenly, Kieran's best friend panicked.
"Guys, you're drunk. WRONG CHAT."
"His fiancée's in here! DELETE!"
Everyone scrambled. Too late. Most messages couldn't be unsent.
Someone scoffed.
"So what if she sees? Like she'd dare say anything."
I felt nothing.
Simply got up and made myself dinner.
I finished the last bite just as the front door was pushed open.
Kieran stumbled in, reeking of alcohol.
He saw I didn't rush over to greet him like usual. Chuckled softly.
Walking over, he loosely pulled me close.
"Just a wedding. Not a big deal."
Yeah. Just public humiliation in front of everyone we knew.
"Sure."
I stood up, picked up the plate, and slipped out of his arms into the kitchen.
Kieran followed.
Suddenly, something cold brushed against my neck.
I glanced down—a sapphire necklace.
Still not my style.
Freya's favorite type.
"Thanks."
I kept washing dishes.
Kieran seemed to relax a little and leaned down toward me.
I blocked him with my hand. Put the plate away.
Smiled.
"You forgot. I'm allergic to alcohol."
Kieran frowned, staring at me as if trying to say something.
Right then, his phone rang.
Freya.
His face lit up instantly. He answered and headed to his study.
Click.
The door locked behind him.
Chapter 2
I wiped my hands dry. My phone buzzed.
"Monday morning. I'll take you to get the marriage certificate."
"Okay."
I replied briefly, then got up and went to pack my things.
In my closet, I found something that wasn't mine.
Sexy. Revealing. Wrinkled into a ball.
Like someone shoved it in there in a panic.
Looking closer, there were still dried stains on it.
The door creaked open, and Kieran Hayes walked in.
He saw my red-rimmed eyes. Understood instantly.
Calmly took the clothes from my hand.
"Probably left by one of the guys' girlfriends when they came over."
I lowered my head, my hands trembling slightly.
Not from sadness—but from disgust.
Kieran misread it. Patted my head like I was a pet.
"Isla, you know what I love most about you?"
Without waiting for my answer, he said it himself.
"You're obedient."
All these years, I'd heard it a thousand times.
Obedient. Understanding. Well-behaved.
Like a cat. Like a dog. Never like a person.
"Freya's in the past. The wedding was just to make it up to her. Stop overthinking."
He patted my head again. Like petting a dog.
Just like years ago when he "sponsored" me.
One casual decision, and I was taken into the city to study.
But because of a single tear from Freya? I was shoved into a corner again.
Let those rich kids torture me for fun.
Careless. Casual.
"Alright, rest if you're tired."
"Freya wants to get her bridal nails removed. I'll go with her."
Maybe it was the constant losing. Maybe the buried resentment.
I suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Can't you stay?"
Stay—even just once—so I could prove I mattered.
Kieran froze, then sighed helplessly.
"I promised her."
He'd promised me countless times too!
Promised to take me to the hospital for my cramps.
Promised to visit Grandma's grave with me.
Promised to celebrate my birthday. Just once.
Every single one of them had been broken.
"Oh. Okay."
I let go of his hand, my tone already used to disappointment.
For some reason, Kieran grabbed my hand back.
Voice soft:
"I'll bring you your favorite cake when I get back."
But the truth was—I hated sweets.
Tears stung my eyes, but I still smiled.
"Thanks."
Kieran didn't come home that night.
Freya posted on Instagram.
Simple: a victoy sign.
But I understood instantly—it was meant for ME.
Just like years ago when Kieran abandoned me for her without hesitation.
When I was locked in a bathroom and beaten until I couldn't stand.
She made that same gesture over my head.
Mocking. Humiliating.
"Like a little bunny, right?"
Someone commented, confused.
"Who cares about bunnies? Wedding night's priceless!"
"Tell us—is Kieran a beast in bed?"
Freya replied fast.
"Beast. Total beast!"
I scrolled past calmly and booked a hospital appointment.
I'd been breaking out since yesterday—allergic reaction to the sleeping pills.
My neck was already scratched raw.
The doctor gave me a shot and warned me sternly:
"You absolutely cannot take sleeping pills again. Your body can't handle them."
"Got it."
I grabbed my medication. Turned to leave.
Ran into Kieran in the lobby, holding Freya's hand.
When he saw me, he froze for a moment, but didn't let go.
"What happened to you?"
"Allergic reaction."
Kieran nodded casually, not asking why or whether it was serious.
Then sighed.
"She moved while getting her nails removed. Cut her finger. I'm getting it treated."
His tone was so concerned. Like Freya was seriously injured.
I looked down.
The cut was barely visible. Already scabbed over.
Freya huffed. Pretended to be annoyed.
"It's your fault for distracting me the whole time."
"Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten hurt!"
Kieran chuckled lightly, indulgent.
"Alright. My bad."
Then he turned to me:
"You should head home first."
I nodded and walked toward the exit.
Hadn't gone far when Freya's voice rang out again.
"Look at her face and neck. All those rashes."
"What if it's HIV? You should make her get a full-body checkup."
"She's had one before."
"That was BEFORE! I'm looking out for you. Why can't you appreciate that?!"
Kieran replied lazily.
"Fine. I'll make her go tomorrow."
His tone was careless, like scheduling a vet appointment for a dog.
Chapter 3
After leaving the hospital, I stored some of my luggage.
By the time I got home, Kieran was already back.
Freya walked up to me. Acting like she owned the place.
"Isla, we're out of slippers. Just wear the disposable ones."
I looked down.
MY slippers. On HER feet.
The ones Kieran bought me. Size 5. Too small for most people.
Freya's heels hung off the back.
They didn't fit at all, yet she wore them anyway.
Parading around in front of me for one reason only—to disgust me.
I glanced inside.
Kieran was gaming with his friends. Didn't even look up.
I didn't say anything. Bent down. Put on the disposables.
Walked into the living room—cold air hit me.
My allergies flared instantly, and I sneezed three times in a row.
The AC was set to 64 degrees. Used to be 77.
This time Kieran finally noticed.
He took the remote from my hand before I could press it.
"Freya runs hot. She can't handle it warmer."
"Just deal with it for a bit."
He said it like he was asking. But his grip made it clear—no choice.
Then turned back to his game.
Freya glanced at me, smirked, and joined them on the couch.
The whole time, no one even looked at me.
I felt like a complete outsider.
A chill ran through my body.
Suddenly, I spoke.
"How long do I have to deal with it?"
The game sounds stopped. Kieran turned around. Annoyed.
"Two hours max. Just put on more clothes."
"I have chronic rhinitis. I can't tolerate the cold."
"Then that's YOUR problem."
He gripped the controller so hard it looked like it might snap.
Awkward silence.
His friends exchanged glances. Tried to smooth things over.
"Hey, Isla, why don't you go to the bedroom?"
"You can adjust the temp in there. We'll be gone soon."
I nodded. Walked into the bedroom.
The second I closed the door, laughter explored from outside.
"Why are you being nice to her? Kieran doesn't give a shit about her."
"She does look kinda pathetic though."
"I hate girls like that—acting all high and mighty, but can she even survive without Kieran?"
"Facts. I've never seen someone more desperate than Isla. Hahahaha."
They mocked me openly.
And throughout all of it, Kieran never said a word.
Which meant he agreed.
I checked the time. Tomorrow was Monday.
I grabbed the last of my things and headed for the door.
The laughter died instantly.
Kieran's face darkened.
"Are you seriously making a scene over this?"
"All because I wouldn't let you change the temp?"
Freya immediately stood up. Eyes welling with fake tears.
"It's all my fault. Isla, don't leave. I'll go instead."
Before she even moved, Kieran shot to his feet.
"Don't. Let her leave if she wants."
Even his friends seemed fed up with me now.
"It's just putting on a jacket. Why is she making such a big deal out of this?"
"She really thinks this is HER house."
"No wonder she's an orphan. Who could stand this personality?"
I froze. Pain stabbed through my chest.
Swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat, I slowly turned to look at Kieran.
His face was cold. Didn't care at all.
He stared at me. Voice deliberate.
"If you walk out that door, don't come back."
Even now, his first instinct was to threaten me.
I didn't know if I felt relieved or just numb.
I smiled faintly.
Walked out.
CRASH.
Behind me, Kieran smashed his favorite S-witch to pieces.
