Upon hearing this, Lin Zhizhi looked at Zheng Zitao in disbelief.
She couldn't believe that the man who was once so affectionate toward her could break off their engagement so decisively.
Were all those vows of eternal love false?
"Zitao, you can't do this to me! We are already married!"
Zheng Zitao said, "Lin Zhizhi, we haven't registered our marriage legally, so technically, we are still single."
"Zitao, did you never love me?" Lin Zhizhi asked, her face streaming with tears as she looked at Zheng Zitao.
"Get out!" Zheng's mother stepped forward, took Lin Zhizhi's hand, and pulled her away. "You scheming snake of a woman, setting up your own sister, you are truly not worthy of our Zitao!"
The more Zheng's mother had liked Lin Zhizhi in the past, the more she despised her now!
What was supposed to be a lively wedding turned into a complete farce.
Lin Zhizhi tumbled from her pedestal.
There she sat on the stage, pale as death, like dead wood or ash.
