The Wedding That Never Happened

She died on the operating table. The last words she heard were, “Increase the anesthesia. Don't let the kidney harvest get delayed.”

When she opened her eyes again, she was wearing a wedding dress, standing before the same man.

The priest asked, “Do you take him?”

She smiled. Take him? Last time, the price of saying yes was both her kidneys, her life, and a shared marriage bed with her scumbag husband's best friend.

“Before I answer...” She took out a voice recorder. “I'd like everyone to hear something.”

The groom's voice rang out, clear and chilling over the chapel speakers: “Once she's dead, that building will be mine... There are plenty of ways to make it look like an accident.”

The chapel fell deathly silent.

She hurled the ring box at his face, cut off her wedding dress, and walked away without looking back.

For eight million, she bought the haunted building everyone in the city expected to see someone jump from. Three months later, the development plans were announced, and the land value soared thirtyfold.

Her scumbag ex knelt outside his company, while security guards kept him from going in. The gold-digger had found a new sugar daddy, and her adoptive parents' eyes concealed a secret about human trafficking.

Half a photograph and a kidnapping case from twenty years ago tied her fate to a man's.

A wealthy businessman from Hong Kong Island called. “Fifty million. Walk away.”

She replied, “Tell him to come see me in person.”

The ledger dug up in the basement recorded the price she had been sold for: baby girl, just over a year old, five thousand yuan.

This time, she wouldn't rely on a man, on luck, or on anyone at all.

She would get back everything she was owed, one person at a time.