I never knew that people could be shameless to this extent.

My mom was still lying in the hospital, and my dad was having a wedding ceremony with his mistress in an honorable manner.

After half a month, I once again returned to my home and saw this scene.

A yard full of delicate roses, a buffet of western food. The atmosphere was joyful and harmonious as the drinks were flowing.

I almost couldn't believe that the groom, Aidan Green, who was holding a glass of wine and beaming with joy, could be my dad, my real dad.

Half a month ago, with my mom and I home, he slept with another woman.

That woman, today's bride, is also Viola Sabastian, who grew up in my house almost from a young age and is only four years older than me.

Caught in the act of adultery, my father, without any explanation, said that he wanted to marry Viola Sabastian.

My mom jumped from the third floor of the villa and is still unable to get out of bed.

The more I think about it, the deeper my hatred grows.

At this moment, I only felt that the blood in my body was flowing backwards, hate and anger constantly intertwined, my emotions directly arrived at the critical point, and I could not wait to kill someone!

Clang--

I went crazy and rushed into the banquet hall, took down their wedding photos and smashed them on the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.

However, instead of calming my emotions a little bit, this made me more and more angry. I picked up the wedding photo with my bare hands, ignoring the glass shards, and tried to tear it to shreds!

Aidan Green came over to me in a rage, wanting to strangle me, and shouted, "Yorlien Green, what do you want? Huh?"

He didn't have a shred of guilt, not a hint of weakness.

"What am I doing, do you know what you're doing?!"

My teeth chattered with anger and I reached out and pointed at Viola Sabastian, my eyes wide with rage, "My mother is still lying in the hospital and you can't wait to marry this bitch?"

Viola Sabastian was busy stroking Aidan Green's chest, her eyes reddened and she pretended to advise, "Don't be angry, I can understand Yorlien being like this, after all ..."

I took a glass of red wine from the buffet table and splashed it over her head, staring at her with indignation, "Viola Sabastian!!! After all what, after all is it that you know you're shameless too don't you?!!"

Trying to think of all the vile words I knew, but none of them were enough to express the anger of a million and one, I squeezed my goblet in a death grip, wishing I could just smash it over.

"Ah ..." she screamed, the red wine quickly stained on her white wedding dress, she was a little overwhelmed, blinking, two lines of tears slipped down, "I know you've always disliked me, but, I'm married to your father But, I'm married to your father, we'll be a family from now on, can you let go of your preconceived notions about me?"

Ha, this again, hypocritical to the core.

Ever since I was little, no matter what, she could always put on an extremely condescending and forgiving demeanor, and those who didn't know would really think that I was the one who looked at her in a bad light and had nothing better to do.

Just like now, obviously she climbed my father's bed! The words that came out were so generous, as if the wrong person was me!

I clenched my hands, my nails sunk deep into my palms but felt no pain, gritting my teeth, "Family? If we are family, I might as well have a dog ..."

"Pah!"

A slap hard slapped over, the force and hard and heavy.

Caught off guard, I stumbled two steps and flopped to the ground, shards of glass lodging in my knees and a sweet, fishy taste welling up in my mouth, my ears buzzing.

Aidan Green reached out and pointed at me, spitting, "Shut the fuck up! Didn't you yell, half a month ago, that you'd never come back to this house again, so get the hell out!"

This is my father ... This can be my real father.

I froze for several seconds, aggression in an instant instead of anger, filling my chest, sour and rising.

Feeling my eyes blur a little, as if some warm liquid was about to spill out.

People around me pointed, I helplessly lowered my head and closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears.

The light to my side suddenly dimmed and a man's low voice sounded above me, "Yorlien Green?"

I looked up in search of the voice, and immediately, even my heartbeat missed a beat, "President Baron, you, why are you here ..."

Myron Baron, the vice president of a startup company, the last time I saw him, I was about to confess my love to him, but I accidentally learned that he had a girlfriend.

Since then, it's been all about avoiding him.

It never occurred to me at all that meeting him again would be such a wretched and embarrassing moment for me.

I hurriedly wiped the corners of my eyes, a little overwhelmed, itching to find a crack in the ground to drill in.

He was wearing a simple plain black shirt and suit pants, his temperament dickey noble, one hand in his pocket, and said in a deep voice, "Still not getting up?"

A little nervous, I jerked to get up, forgetting that my knee hurt, and couldn't support myself enough to lunge toward the ground, landing in a warm, firm chest.

Myron Baron's quick eyes wrapped around me, his crisp and nice scent wrapping around me, stiffening and pushing him, "Thanks, thanks, I'm fine."

He had no intention of letting go of me, his large warm hands clasped strongly around my waist.

Viola Sabastian asked in some panic, "What are you ... doing here?"

Myron Baron speak carelessly, "President Green sent the invitation to me, seeing the photo and name on the invitation, I still didn't believe it, I didn't expect that the bride is really you."

His tone was very light, but there was an indescribable emotion, whether it was disappointment, or something else, I couldn't guess.

Viola Sabastian bites her lower lip as if trying to explain, tears welling up in her eyes, only to ask, "You and Yorlien Green know each other?"

Myron Baron's hand that landed on my waist got harder and harder, and I had to press myself against his body, could clearly feel the tight muscles under my shirt, the movements were intimate and ambiguous, and I was so nervous I almost held my breath.

He rubbed my hair dotingly, meaningfully, "More than acquaintance."

The ambiguous and thought-provoking words, the attitude that had gone from once indifferent to ambiguous at this point, made my thoughts go haywire.

"Myron Baron, you two don't match, you don't have to commit for ..."

Viola Sabastian's eyes blazed at him, but the moment she glanced at Aidan Green, she lost her voice.

Myron Baron ploddingly hooked the corner of his lips, his tone lightly sarcastic, "For what?"

At this point, I'd be a fool not to see what's going on.

I suddenly hooked his neck, using the force to stand on my tiptoes, and kissed his lips like a dragonfly. Unexpectedly, he suddenly pressed down on the back of my head, deepening the kiss, loving and domineering.

My heart almost jumped out of my throat and I tried to push away, but the force of his hands increased a little more, with a hint of warning.

Aidan Green took my arm as he tried to pull me away from Myron Baron, cursing, "Yorlien Green, do you have any more shame for a girl?!"

I shook off his hand with force and snapped back, "The upper beam is not as good as the lower beam! Who are you to control me?"

His face was red with anger, and he wanted to pull me again, Myron Baron suddenly grabbed his wrist, the bottom of his deep eyes was undisguised hatred, and he reminded in a cold voice, "President Green, today is your wedding."

Aidan Green then realized that the gazes of the surrounding guests were all falling in our direction, he shrugged off his hand, glared at me fiercely, and rebuked in a low voice, "Disgraceful thing, get out of here!"

I was about to retort, Myron Baron suddenly bent down and picked me up, I let out a whimper, subconsciously hooked his neck.

He looked down with a smirk and said towards me, "Come on, since you're not welcome in this house, I'll take you home."

His voice was gentle, and the word "home" knocked me off my feet for a moment.

Aidan Green was red in the face with anger and cursed, "Yorlien Green, you step out of this house today and you're ..."

Myron Baron carried me straight away, the sounds behind him fading into a blur.

A pang and a grueling feeling bubbled up inside me, this was clearly my home and I was an outsider.

Out of The Green family villa, his footsteps stopped beside a Buick, black sedan, parked in a pile of millions of sedans, appear to have some ... difference.

Where is he going to take me?

His eyes are extremely light, his voice cold, "still not down, it seems you into the theater is very deep?"