All Chapters of Blindfolded On My Wedding Night: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time I had washed up and was ready to sleep, a message popped up on my phone. It was from Matt. Matt: [Mel is in my care now. Tonight, she's my bride.] Attached to the taunting words was a photo. In the photo, a tall, lean man had one hand tangled in Melissa's hair, pressing her against a bathroom sink, while the other hand held his phone up to snap a picture in the mirror. The angle of the shot left little to the imagination—it didn't show anything explicit, but the context was unmistakable. Melissa's face was visible, her expression was one of euphoric abandon, and her eyes were hazy with lust. For a moment, it felt like a bee had stung my chest. I pressed my hand against my heart and let out a soft, bitter laugh. I had no business hoping for anything from her anymore. Matt was nothing more than an opportunist, a man looking to climb the social ladder by latching onto her. If that was the life she wanted, so be it.I ignored his message, continued drying my hair

"She's lost her mind—completely lost it!" George Olson roared, his finger shaking as he pointed at Melissa. "I've told you, it wasn't Shawn forcing this marriage. I was the one who begged him to marry you!" His wife, Katie, nodded furiously from beside him. "Exactly, Mel. Now that Shawn is here, sit down and listen to us. Let's talk this through properly." But Melissa's fury only mounted. "Shawn, have you brainwashed my parents? Why else would they grovel before you like this? Even now, they refuse to let me divorce you! They want me to apologize? To you? Let me make this clear—it's not happening!" Seeing George's temper boil over, his hand trembling with the urge to slap sense into her, I quickly stepped in, holding him back despite his strength. "George, let's not force Mel. If she truly loves someone else, there's no point in holding on to this marriage."Tears welled up in George's eyes, and he gripped my arm tightly, his voice trembling. "Shawn… please… don't…" Before he

I couldn't have imagined she'd go this far. Every pair of eyes in the room turned to me, their stares sharp as needles. For a moment, the silence was suffocating, thick enough to cut with a knife. Then it shattered—a loud, resounding slap echoed through the hall. Katie's hand dropped, trembling with fury, her face pale but set like stone. "Your husband on paper is Shawn!" she snapped, her voice trembling with anger. "Melissa, can you stop this nonsense already?" Melissa clutched her cheek, her eyes brimming with tears of defiance as she glared at her mother. Katie, undeterred, tried to reason with her, but their voices quickly rose, overlapping in a heated argument. The guests watched with a mix of shock and amusement, their expressions a patchwork of judgment, intrigue, and pity. Matt, eager to seize control of the chaos, stepped forward, tossing out a few polite but hollow words in an attempt to steady the situation. No one responded. His effort fizzled out as he shifted

Melissa froze for a moment, clearly taken aback, as though she couldn't quite believe her ears. With a suspicious glance, she took the divorce papers from me and scrutinized them closely. After a brief pause, she let out a cold snort and said, "So you're finally willing to let me go? From now on, don't bother with my mom. If Matt ever gets jealous, it'll be on you." "Alright," I replied. We went straight to courthouse, and as soon as we walked out with our divorce certificate, it felt like a thousand-pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. A sense of lightness washed over me, and I realized that I no longer owed Melissa anything. It was time to start anew. I threw myself wholeheartedly into my work. My parents probably knew this would be easy for me. Although my studio was small, my connections were still strong. I landed a few big contracts one after another, keeping me busy and practically working around the clock. The days flew by, and I didn't spare a single thou

She looked at me with those hopeful eyes, as if expecting something—anything—but the truth was, I didn't feel there was anything left to say between us. So, I remained silent. She spoke again through her sniffles, "It's all my fault, Shawn. I couldn't see who truly cared for me. Matt… he never loved me. Ever since my family went bankrupt, he's been a different person. When he's drunk, he yells at me, and sometimes, he even hits me. "I finally understand. He only wanted to marry me for my family's name, for the wealth that came with being the only daughter of the Olson family. Now that there's nothing left, he's shown his true colors." I'll admit, hearing her pain tugged at something in me—after all, she had once been the girl who occupied so much of my heart. But those days were long gone. Our bond had faded, and besides, I was with Celia now. It wasn't my place to interfere in Melissa's life anymore. All I could muster was, "You should go back. I have to get to work."This, o