Bright Sky After Snow

Ten days before the wedding, I heard Julian Foster say with my own ears that marrying me was nothing more than an act of revenge for his golden girl.

The three years of devotion had been a lie. The deep affection had been a lie.

Even this wedding was nothing but a grand feast of humiliation he had prepared for me.

I wasn't going to sacrifice myself any longer.

I turned around and applied to join an overseas peacekeeping medical unit, signing an agreement not to return for three years, and arranged to take my comatose father with me.