The Dark Side of Wedding

My name is Debra Buck, and I am the foster daughter of the Buck Family. Ever since I ran into Allen Shane at the alley entrance when I was twelve, this secret love has grown like a vine, quietly entwining me for fifteen years. Allen Shane is the heir to the Shane Group—radiant, like the sun in the sky. I watched him grow from a boy into a tall, handsome man, watching people flow around him constantly. I thought that this secret love buried deep in my heart would eventually fade with time. When the Buck Family and the Shane Family announced the arranged marriage, the moment I heard my name spoken alongside Allen Shane's, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I knew it was just a business union, but I still clung to a sliver of hope. Maybe, by spending every day together, he would finally see me. On the wedding day, the sunlight shone with an extraordinary brightness. Dressed in a pure white wedding gown, I took each step toward Allen standing at the far end of the red carpet. He stood tall and handsome, but he didn't spare me a single glance. I swallowed the bitterness deep in my heart and forced a faint smile. During the ring exchange, he picked up the ring with a clear air of indifference. The moment the ring slipped onto my finger, I accidentally brushed against the engraving on its inner side. Curiosity getting the better of me, I quietly turned the ring and made out the initials etched there. The Shane from Allen Shane, and the Buck from Sylvia Buck. Sylvia, my classmate, suddenly changed her surname to Buck half a year ago, publicly claiming to be the Buck Family's heiress. I instantly froze in place, my fingertips turning icy cold. It turned out that, from beginning to end, he had always seen Sylvia Buck as the Buck Family's heiress. In this arranged marriage, I am nothing more than a mistaken stand-in. After the oath ceremony concluded, waves of blessings from the guests filled the air. Allen Shane suddenly leaned toward me, his warm breath grazing my ear, yet carrying an icy sting. "Debra, you really have some sharp moves." His voice was so low that only the two of us could hear it. A chill ran through me as I turned my head to look at him. His eyes brimmed with disgust and scorn, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You stole Sylvia's identity and even dared to steal her fiancé? How utterly despicable you are." Those words stabbed sharply into my heart like a dagger. I staggered back a step, my fingers trembling uncontrollably.