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When He Crushed My Hand to Save His Mistress, I Married His Worst Enemy
Novelix
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"On my wedding day, the little secretary who always fought me for the passenger seat suddenly stopped fighting. Elena pointed to the seat beside the groom in the back of the wedding car and said, “I want to sit here.” “Sister, didn't you say you get severe carsickness and will throw up if you sit in the back?” “Today, since it's your wedding, I'll let you have the front passenger seat. I'll sit next to Salvatore and suffer once.” I stood in front of the wedding car, relatives' whispers rising around me, my parents unable to lift their heads. “Get her out,” I said coldly. Salvatore shook his head and looked at me helplessly. “Elena is already giving in to you. You still want to make a scene? Are you getting in or not?” “If you don't get in, then don't. You can walk there yourself.” “Fine. I'll walk.” Without hesitation, I turned and walked toward the car at the back of the wedding convoy. “Didn't you say you'd always wait for me in the same place? Marry me now.” The convoy had been parked in front of my house, and Elena had sat in the car for three hours refusing to get out."
Chapters (4)
第1章
On my wedding day, the little secretary who always fought me for the front passenger seat didn't fight anymore.
Elena pointed to the seat beside the groom in the back of the wedding car. "I want to sit here."
"Sister, didn't you say you get severe carsickness and throw up in the back?"
"Today, for your wedding's sake, I'll let you have the front seat. I'll sit next to Salvatore and suffer for once."
I stood in front of the wedding car. Relatives murmured all around. My parents couldn't lift their heads.
"Tell her to get out." My face was cold.
Salvatore shook his head and looked at me helplessly. "Elena is voluntarily giving you the front seat this time. You're still going to make a scene? Are you getting in or not?"
"If you're not getting in, then don't. Walk there yourself."
"Fine. I'll walk."
I turned without hesitation and headed toward the car parked at the back of the wedding convoy.
"Didn't you say you'd always wait for me right here? Marry me now."
The wedding convoy was parked in front of my house. Elena had been sitting in the car for three hours and refused to get out.
"Only the bride can sit next to the groom. Is it you marrying Victoria today, or Elena?"
"The wedding has been delayed three hours already. We're going to miss it. Get her out."
Even the family elders couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in.
My mother stood by the car door and pulled out a thick stack of cash.
"Miss, Auntie will give you a red envelope. Please get out. Don't make things hard for our Victoria."
But before my mother's hand could touch Elena, Salvatore's face went black.
"Don't touch her!"
His roar froze my mother in place.
Her hand trembled. She'd been frugal her whole life. The money fell to the ground and she forgot to pick it up.
This was the only sentence Salvatore had said to my mother since he arrived to pick up the bride.
The wedding car was an hour late.
Salvatore didn't answer his phone. No one could reach him.
My father thought something happened on the road. He waited at the entrance to the family territory for half an hour.
When no one came, he pushed his old bicycle and rode ten kilometers along the planned route before he found the wedding car.
My father rode ten kilometers back.
The wedding car was empty. My father's bicycle could have folded into the trunk.
After the wedding car arrived home, my father rode another twenty minutes to get back.
His coat was covered in dust. Before entering the house, he hid in the woods behind and brushed himself clean.
Watching him be so careful, my heart ached like it was being squeezed.
All the pickup rituals were skipped. Salvatore didn't even get out of the car.
And about why he was late, he only said one thing.
"Sorry. I drank too much last night."
He didn't need to explain. The lipstick mark on his collar was plain for everyone to see.
"Sister-in-law, you know there's nothing between me and Salvatore. On your wedding day, in front of so many people, not giving him a way out—that's on you."
"Salvatore gives face to smooth-talking family bosses during negotiations. And you're supposed to be his bride."
Elena dumped the dirty water on me in three sentences.
She sat in the back seat, wearing the shirt I'd custom-ordered for Salvatore for the wedding.
His name was embroidered on the chest.
Today, Salvatore was wearing yesterday's shirt, reeking of alcohol.
"Elena drank too much last night too. She had nothing clean to change into. This shirt was the only clean one. I let her wear it."
Each word was a needle in the softest part of my heart.
"Salvatore, let's not do this wedding."
I forced the words out past everything I was feeling.
Salvatore glanced at his watch, impatience flickering across his face.
"Victoria, I'm begging you. Can you stop?"
"Give me a straight answer. If you can't sit in the back seat, you won't go through with this?"
"Yes." I cut him off before he finished.
Salvatore's eyes landed on me. He nodded. "Fine. I'll let you sit."
Then he took Elena's hand, and they both got out and climbed into the back seat of the car behind.
"Victoria, the back seat has two spots, plus the front. Sit wherever you want."
第2章
As soon as he said it, the relatives sensed something wrong and started finding excuses to leave.
The once-lively pickup scene was now just my parents and me.
"The venue is urging us. You have the back seat now. Can we go?"
Salvatore rolled down the window, his tone a挑衅ing question.
In those few minutes, Elena had already taken photos and posted multiple updates.
"Rode the wedding car with Salvatore today. Wedding cars are so nice. Didn't get enough."
Under it, a photo of her sitting next to Salvatore.
Likes and comments poured in.
"Elena, are you and Salvatore finally getting married? I knew it. You two are perfect."
"I thought Salvatore was really marrying that stiff Victoria. Scared me. It's Elena. I'm relieved."
Countless congratulations slapped me across the face.
Salvatore was meticulous. If anyone said something wrong in front of him, he'd correct it on the spot.
But he liked Elena's post.
"Victoria, want Dad to sit with you?"
My father took my hand and whispered.
I'd been involved with Salvatore's family for seven years. Everyone knew how much I loved him.
Our family statuses were worlds apart. After the family feud ended, I clawed my way up.
To seize a partnership, I downed nine shots of liquor without a sound.
To get into his family business, I started as the lowest assistant.
It took five years to climb from assistant to chief secretary, standing by his side.
Our first fight was the day Elena joined.
He said he kept business and personal separate. But Elena walked right into the position I'd spent five years climbing to.
After that, we cold-warred for half a month. It fizzled out.
My father disagreed with the marriage when he heard.
I threw tantrums for two years and didn't go home.
After that, he was extra careful about any topic involving Salvatore.
Last night, while preparing my dowry, my father—stubborn his whole life—lowered his head when the lights went out.
"Whatever you decide from now on, Dad supports you. Just don't stop coming home."
But now, Dad, I don't want to marry him.
I ripped off my veil and threw it on the ground. "Salvatore, take your people and go. I'm not marrying you."
"Victoria, playing hard to get doesn't work on me. You'd better think before you say that again."
Salvatore got out of the car, his face dark.
"You've been with me seven years. The wedding is half done. What's the difference between you and a woman who failed at a family alliance? Who would dare want you?"
He said it in front of my parents without changing expression.
The sky darkened. A fine rain began to fall.
Seeing Salvatore get out, Elena pushed the door and followed.
"Victoria, aren't you just upset that I'm too close to Salvatore?"
"If you give him a way out today and finish the wedding, I'll resign tomorrow, abort the baby, and leave this city."
Baby?
The word shot through me like electricity. I couldn't move.
Elena curled up in Salvatore's arms like a wildcat, hand on her belly, deliberately emphasizing "pregnant."
"When did the baby happen?"
I bit my teeth. The white gloves on my hands were already crumpled.
Salvatore's face was dark. "Don't listen to Elena. Get in the car now. If you mind Elena, I'll send her away tomorrow."
My tears fell without my knowing.
My father stepped in front of me, stern.
"Our Victoria is so sincere with you. You're always tangled up with other women. Is that fair to her?"
My father only took one step, but Salvatore instinctively shielded Elena's belly and pulled her into his arms.
I laughed bitterly and looked up at Salvatore. "Salvatore, you're really bad at lying."
"Send her away? Where? To the high-end apartment in the west city to wait for the birth?"
My question silenced him.
第3章
Last month, I saw a reservation text on Salvatore's phone for a high-end apartment in the west city.
The time was the day after our wedding. The text specifically noted "maternity-grade service."
I thought Salvatore wanted a baby for our honeymoon. I started taking folic acid a month early.
Even if it meant giving up hard-won performance, I'd decline drinking engagements, preparing my body for a healthy pregnancy.
Now I realized, stupidly, that someone was already in that position.
My eyes swept her belly. It was starting to show.
Elena was still an intern, an ungraduated college student. To keep family gossip from hurting her, Salvatore rushed to hide her away.
"What? You can't stand that I have a baby in my belly?"
"If I told you Salvatore signed a family share transfer before deciding to marry you, giving everything under his name to my baby, so I wouldn't be alone?"
Elena pressed on, provocation growing with every word.
My father's face went iron.
"You shameless girl! Bullying our Victoria is unacceptable. Tomorrow I'll go to your school gate and shout that you seduced a married man! This old man will fight!"
My father only said one sentence, but Elena's body swayed backward.
"Salvatore... my belly hurts..."
The rain grew heavier, from drizzle to tear-sized drops.
Salvatore rushed over and held Elena.
"Victoria, control your father's mouth and apologize to Elena! One more bad word about her, and don't blame me for getting physical!"
"If something happens to Elena, how do I explain to her father?"
I looked up into his eyes. "Salvatore, explain to whose father?"
"Elena's father, of course. Elena is devoted to me. Is there a problem calling her father 'father'?"
"Victoria, stop playing word games. I'll say it one last time. Have your father apologize to Elena, and get in the car."
Two sentences, like the sudden downpour, extinguished all seven years of expectation.
For this pickup, my parents prepared four hundred thousand in gift money.
Our family statuses were indeed worlds apart.
So my parents saved their whole lives to give Salvatore "face."
But now Salvatore was calling a stranger "father" and "mother."
I clenched my fists and didn't back down.
"And if I say no?"
Salvatore looked down at me, brows knotted.
"Fine."
"Everyone get out. Tear down Victoria's house. Tear it down until Elena is happy. Consider it payback for Elena!"
At Salvatore's command, his men got out and dismantled my small courtyard gate in minutes.
Farm tools and ironware sat in the passage by my door. Several men picked them up and smashed the glass and back wall.
The home I'd lived in for twenty years became ruins in minutes.
My mother was so frightened she trembled all over and collapsed.
"Stop! You can't tear it down! This house can't be torn down..."
My father rushed to stop them. His second sentence—"If a mudslide comes, it can't be stopped, we'll all die"—hadn't left his mouth when Salvatore threw a stack of cash in his face.
"I can't owe poor people money. Consider this compensation."
"Salvatore! Stop!" I walked to my father.
But before I could say a second sentence, everyone's faces went pale.
第4章
The tear-sized rain had become a downpour.
Water rushed down from the mountain, carrying mud and debris.
Salvatore reacted fast. He carried Elena and ran to the car.
The men who'd been smashing the house dropped their tools and rushed to the driver's seats. The convoy fled one by one.
I pulled my mother off the ground and ran toward the cars. Every door was locked.
Only Salvatore's car, because he was slow carrying Elena, was still open.
I lunged and grabbed the door as it was closing. "Salvatore! Open the door! There's still time to let my parents in!"
A dull thud.
My four fingers shattered.
Salvatore slammed the door with all his strength. My fingers were crushed, flesh and blood mangled.
Pain shot from my fingertips, nearly swallowing me.
"Salvatore, open the door, I'm begging you! There's really time! I know the safest route!"
"My father said something wrong, I apologize! I'll kneel to Elena, okay? There's really time, I'm begging you..."
He didn't let me finish. He kicked my crushed hand.
"Let go! If something happens to Elena, I'll make your whole family pay!"
My hand had no feeling left. Even being kicked hard, I felt nothing but pain.
The door slammed shut. The car didn't stop, speeding forward.
I turned. The mud was about to surge over the ruined back wall.
With my last hope, I pulled out my phone and dialed.
"Marco, save me, please. I'll remarry."
Eight words. A car appeared in eight seconds.
It had been at the tail of the wedding convoy all along. I met those familiar eyes.
"Seeing off the bride, stealing the bride—I was ready for both, Victoria. I've liked you for years. Just waiting for your word."
"Marco, marry me. I'll marry you."
This time, I didn't refuse.
I grabbed him like a lifeline. I didn't plan to let go for the rest of my life.
Marco carried me and brought my parents into the car.
I sent one last message and blocked Salvatore everywhere.
"Salvatore, I've remarried. We have no future."
