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"Julian, the wedding is about to start—you can't go!"

Evelina Hayes, stunning in her white wedding gown, grabbed Julian Vance's arm. Her fingers trembled, her face pale with disbelief.

Today was Evelina and Julian's wedding day.

But just as the ceremony was about to begin, Julian received a text and, in front of all their guests, announced the wedding was off.

Julian's brow furrowed, his voice tight with urgency. "Let go of me. Isabelle got hurt. She'll be terrified if I leave her alone at the hospital. I have to be with her."

All the color drained from Evelina's face.

Isabelle Thorne was Julian's childhood sweetheart.

For five years, it had always been the same. Every time Evelina and Julian had a milestone, if Isabelle so much as sneezed, Julian would drop everything and run to her side.

He always insisted he saw Isabelle as a friend and that Evelina needed to be more understanding.

Desperate to make their five-year relationship last, Evelina had given in time and time again.

But this was their wedding day.

Isabelle needed Julian by her side? What about her? Didn't she deserve to have her own husband with her?

Her voice shook as she pleaded, "No, you can't leave. There's no wedding without you. Please, Julian, just stay!"

Julian's face hardened with irritation. "Enough! This isn't the time to be selfish. It's just a ceremony; we can do it anytime. But Isabelle is hurt. If you keep me here any longer, are you going to take responsibility for what happens to her? Get out of my way!"

He shoved her aside without a second glance.

Caught off guard, Evelina stumbled and fell, watching helplessly as Julian's back disappeared through the doors.

A moment later, her phone rang.

She answered automatically, and a woman's gloating voice oozed through the speaker.

"Evelina, I heard today was your big day. How do you like the wedding gift I sent you?"

Evelina trembled. She knew that voice.

"Isabelle," she said through gritted teeth. "You deliberately called Julian away, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. So what? I just wanted you to understand that to Julian, I will always come first."

Isabelle's tone dripped with smug satisfaction. "You must have put so much work into this wedding. Such a shame to see all that effort go to waste. I almost feel sorry for you."

Looking down at her pristine white gown, Evelina suddenly saw her five years of devotion for what they were: a complete joke.