Chapter 1859

The stage was covered with a thick red carpet, so the fall wasn't that painful. But the humiliation Sylvia felt was unbearable. She wondered what kind of groom would pick up his bride in front of everyone, only to drop her the next second. Sylvia's face twisted with rage. Her mind replayed the way Silas had stared at her moments ago—completely entranced as if she was the only woman in the world. But then he had whispered Nicola's name. The realization burned through her like acid. Her fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. If she could, she would rip Nicola to shreds right that second. But then she remembered that Nicola was already as good as dead. A slow smirk crept onto Sylvia's lips. Just before dawn, Steven had sent her a picture. The woman in the photo was unmistakably Nicola. At that moment, Nicola's condition could only be described as horrific beyond words. Her body was covered in wounds and bruises, and she looked like she had been bathed