On My Wedding Day, A Madman Claimed My Bride

At Lavinia Hinton’s ninth wedding, her childhood sweetheart, broken by mental illness, once again caused chaos. He pressed a knife to my mother’s neck, laughing wildly.

“Lavinia, you can’t marry him! Either agree that the groom is me, or I’ll kill her!”

Lavinia looked at him with eyes full of sorrow. She tore off her bridal veil, tossed it to the ground, and pleaded helplessly. “Phineas Sanford, you see it too. It’s not that I don’t want you, but I can’t go against Cedric. I promised his mother I would never send him to a mental hospital.”