Juliet's POV

"How I wish you were still alive, Mom; at least I wouldn't be going through this humiliation in vain." I whispered to myself as I remained calm on the soft sofa, fully designed with lots of multicolored ribbons and balloons for the marriage contract ceremony of me and this so-called George Watson, a man I looked up to like a father, who in turn saw me as his wife.

"I felt like slicing his throat with a knife right now." I said, gritting my teeth, and clenched my fist in anger.

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