When He Crushed My Hand to Save His Mistress, I Married His Worst Enemy

"On my wedding day, the little secretary who always fought me for the passenger seat suddenly stopped fighting.

Elena pointed to the seat beside the groom in the back of the wedding car and said, “I want to sit here.”

“Sister, didn't you say you get severe carsickness and will throw up if you sit in the back?”

“Today, since it's your wedding, I'll let you have the front passenger seat. I'll sit next to Salvatore and suffer once.”

I stood in front of the wedding car, relatives' whispers rising around me, my parents unable to lift their heads.

“Get her out,” I said coldly.