Reborn At The Altar: Reject My Cruel Groom, Marry A Mysterious Tycoon

"Remove her kidney right now!" Cold and merciless, the man's command cut through the room, as if the patient on the table didn't matter at all. Beneath the blinding surgical lights, Lainey White remained trapped in place while a freezing blade began to cut into her body. The instant the incision started, fear slammed into her chest and left her shaking. Too quickly, the anesthesia began to fade. The pain was unbearable. It was so intense that it nearly broke her. Still, even that suffering couldn't compare to the ache crushing her heart. For three long years, she had been Larry Miller's wife, and she had poured nearly everything she had into that marriage. But in the end, this was what she received in return. He chose to sacrifice her to save his first love. Slowly, a tear slid down Lainey's pale cheek. "Larry..." With what little strength she had left, she let his name slip from her lips in a weak whisper, and the entire medical team immediately turned toward the tall, distant man standing nearby. "Mr. Miller, she's losing too much blood. Proceeding with the kidney removal will kill her." Fear spread among the doctors and nurses, as none of them wanted a patient to die under their care. Without hesitation, Larry cast Lainey a detached glance, then spoke in a flat, emotionless tone. "She's nothing. I only need her kidney. If it keeps Charlee alive, then that is the only purpose she ever served." Above her, the sterile white ceiling came into view as the color slowly drained from Lainey's face. Had Larry's love for Charlee Foster truly reached this point? To him, Charlee was someone he treasured deeply, while Lainey meant nothing more than something he could discard. From her lips came a faint, shattered sound. Once again, pain surged through her body. Blood continued to spill at an alarming rate, and Lainey no longer had the strength left to cry out. Through the room, a sharp and steady beep suddenly rang out. A moment later, the surgeons completed the removal and took her kidney from her body. Barely able to move, Lainey gripped her gown as the operating room doors flew open and someone rushed inside. A man with devilishly handsome looks and an intimidating aura rushed in, his face pale with panic. "Lainey!" His voice cracked the moment he called her name. Before anyone could react, he charged forward like he had lost all reason, and then he drove a blade deep into Larry's abdomen. "Larry Miller! You dared hurt her? Go to hell!" Summoning the last bit of strength she could find, Lainey forced her eyes open because she needed to know who had come for her. How could it possibly be Bryan Wilson? Everyone knew he was Larry's sworn enemy, so none of this made sense to her. For that reason, she could not understand why he would risk everything just to save her. Tears streamed down Bryan's face, and they fell onto her hand as he spoke in a trembling voice. "Lainey, please stay with me. Please don't leave me…" A sharp ache tightened around her heart, and she longed to ease his pain, yet she couldn't even form a single word as her eyelids slowly began to sink. Through her fading awareness, memories of her life unfolded like a film playing its final scenes. She remembered how she had once chased after Larry with unwavering devotion. She recalled how she had worked tirelessly just to secure his place as the Miller family's heir. She could still feel the moment she stepped in front of a blade meant for him, and that wound had left a scar she would carry forever. In the end, every sacrifice she made felt meaningless. From deep within her, resentment began to rise. If fate ever granted her another life, she swore she would never choose Larry again. Under no circumstances would she marry that ungrateful man. Suddenly, a harsh light flooded her vision. Even before her eyes could adjust, a woman's anxious voice reached her ears. "Mr. Miller just arrived with Miss Foster, and he insists that she should stand beside you as your bridesmaid." When her sight finally cleared, Lainey realized she was no longer in the operating room. Instead, she stood at the center of her wedding ceremony with Larry. Had she truly been given another life? That wedding had once been the start of the future she believed she would share with Larry, yet everything fell apart the moment he arrived with Charlee by his side. On that day, Charlee wore a custom gown that caught every gaze in the room, while Lainey exhausted herself attending to every guest. By the time the ceremony ended, Lainey looked completely drained, and to make things worse, a careless child had spilled juice across her wedding dress. Before the night was over, the entire city had turned her into a laughingstock. People whispered that she lacked grace, mocked how she ruined her own wedding, and even claimed that Charlee, the woman Larry kept hidden, looked more like the bride. Step by step, Charlee had stripped everything away from her. She took her husband first, then her dignity, and in the end, even her kidney wasn't spared. Given this second chance, Lainey refused to repeat the same choices. At the instant Larry entered with Charlee linked to his arm, a piercing pain struck Lainey's chest. For a brief moment, her legs almost failed her. From deep within, a surge of hatred rose so fiercely that it threatened to consume everything around her. In a voice that sounded steady yet edged with steel, she spoke. "Larry, explain why you brought another woman to our wedding." For a brief moment, Lainey shut her eyes and tried to steady herself as the surge of anger inside her threatened to spill over. "Larry... I don't think Lainey likes me very much," Charlee said timidly. "Will she really let me be her bridesmaid?" With a gentle gesture, Larry touched her hand to calm her, and his voice softened. "Don't worry. She does whatever I say." After that, his gaze shifted toward Lainey, and the warmth in his expression disappeared. "Lainey, I'll overlook your attitude. But Charlee will be the bridesmaid. It's her dream to be part of my wedding. So be sensible and treat her with respect." Every time his eyes landed on Lainey, they carried little more than impatience. In contrast, when he looked at Charlee, a tenderness lingered in his gaze, and he made no effort to hide it. As those emotions clashed within her, bitterness and pain twisted together until a cold laugh slipped from Lainey's lips. "Treat her with respect?" Contempt laced every word she spoke. "You want me to respect the woman who's stealing my husband on my wedding day? And ignore the fact that she humiliated me?" "Lainey!" Larry's voice tore through the hall as he barked the command. "Stop talking right now!" Confusion flickered across his mind because he had never seen her act this way before. She used to obey everything he said without hesitation, so he couldn't understand what had changed. Without another word, Lainey yanked off her veil and flung it onto the floor. "Why should I stay quiet when you are the one being unfaithful? You think I'm supposed to pretend none of it is happening?" Under Larry's stunned gaze, Lainey lowered herself, seized a decorative stone from the floral arrangement, and hurled it with force at the towering wedding cake. A loud crash shattered the air as the cake collapsed, icing and crumbs exploding across the floor. Clear and unwavering, Lainey's voice echoed throughout the venue. "This wedding ends here."