It was late at night.

Messy footsteps came from outside the wedding room.

Alice sat nervously on the edge of the bed with her traditional wedding dress on.

The woman twisted her hands around the edges of her clothes, imagining whether her carefully selected sexy sling dress could attract the man outside the house—her newly married husband, James.

When the door opened, the tall and handsome figure stumbled in.

A strong smell of alcohol permeated the room. he was drunk.

Alice couldn't care about anything else. She walked out of bed a few steps and supported the man who was a head taller than her. "James, let me help you to the bed first…"

"Anna " At the next moment, this blushing man, full of alcohol, gently spit out two words from his mouth.

However, it was these two words that made Alice stiffen, and his heart shivered fiercely.

On the wedding night, from her husband's mouth, she heard her sister's name—It's too ironic.

"Anna… I miss you so much…" James opened his blurry eyes and touched Alice's cheek with his ice—cold fingers.

Yes, she looks very much like her sister Anna. Most likely, he was drunk, so he recognized the wrong person.

Alice pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She put the man on her shoulders, her thin body, and helped James step by step toward the bed.

As soon as the man landed on the big bed, he stretched out his long arm, pulled Alice over directly...

Alice was shocked and fell down. Her delicate face fell onto James's chest.

"Anna… I've finally married you…" James said to himself, breathing in and out, the smell of alcohol filling the air.

Alice's heart sank bit by bit because of his drunken words, and her heart ached.

She clenched her fist and was just about to get up from the man's embrace. In the next moment, when she was dizzy, James had already fiercely suppressed her beneath her in an ambiguous posture.

"James… I… I'm not Anna… I'm… oh oh…" Before she could finish her sentence, the man's heavy kiss had already blocked her lips.

Her wedding dress was torn apart, and with a hiss, even her carefully chosen sling dress was easily turned into rags by the man's big hands.

"Anna" James shouted at her over and over again.

Alice lay on the big bed, like a wooden, silently enduring the pain of her husband having sex with her, but shouting at other women.

Tears fell silently from the corner of her eyes, and a sense of humiliation filled her heart.

One night later, when Alice woke up again, it was already the next day.

The other side of the bed is empty. He's gone.

Alice smiled bitterly. It was probably because he saw the woman lying beside him in the early morning who had been touched by him was not the woman in his heart, so he left in disgust.

Alice propped up her painful body and got out of bed. Just as she was about to walk to the bathroom, she saw the small box on the bedside table with sharp eyes.

She felt a pain in her heart, and took the small box with a trembling hand and looked at it unrelentingly...

It's the pill.

Oh, he hates her so much, even, that she was pregnant with his children.

Alice sniffed, endured the soreness of her nose, and stuffed the pill box into the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

When she opened the drawer, she saw the newly—weds prepared by her girlfriends Amy Roberts for her, which was an entertaining item for couples.

It's a pity that she doesn't need it anymore…

She closed her eyes again and endured the tears for a long time before finally climbing onto her cheek.