It was my wife, Karen. She was dressed in a pure white wedding gown. Her hand was holding Hugo's hand. They were walking step by step toward the altar, right in front of my eyes.
I finally realized the reason Karen had been avoiding the meals I cooked, obsessing over her weight and checking her measurements every day. She even had become fixated on her skincare, upset over even the tiniest pimple and rejecting my advances.
It was all her efforts to become the perfect bride for today. Everything finally made sense to me.
I stormed onto the stage and grabbed her wrist. "Karen! Do you know you’re already married? This is bigamy!"
The words had barely left my mouth when I realized Karen and I had never actually registered our marriage or held a proper wedding. So, I was the fool one.
"Sam Gordon! Do you really have to make a scene at this time? You've crossed the line," Karen rebuked me,
People in the crowd started whispering, their eyes filled with judgment and their words were really harsh in my ears.
Karen showed no concern for my feelings. "I knew you’d act like this. This is why I didn't tell you about this. You're always jumping to conclusions."
I scolded her, "Am I supposed to share my wife with someone else? Karen, do you even see me as your husband?"
Karen's face hardened. She then spoke with a defensive tone, "Hugo has a terminal illness and only two months left. Why are you competing with a dying man? Can you have some compassion, for once?"
These words were spoken in a noble and moral manner and the anger that filled my chest was suddenly blocked in my throat.
Karen said again, "Sam, don’t be selfish. I stayed by your side when you were hospitalized after the car accident. How could I watch Hugo suffer alone now?"
Hugo cut in, "I’m sorry, Sam. I know the accident back then made you delay your wedding and leave you with regrets. I should not have any hope of being with Karen with my broken body and the limited days that I have. I truly don’t deserve Karen. This wedding should have you as the main character instead."
Although Hugo’s words sounded so noble, I knew he was mocking me. He hinted that I used my accident to gain her sympathy.
The provocation in his voice was so much for me that I punched him in the chin.
In the struggle, we crashed into the champagne tower. Glass shards pierced into my skin, while Hugo walked away with nothing more than a scratch.