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The Three Guys Regretted after I Got Married Novel Cover

The Three Guys Regretted after I Got Married

Everyone in Kaelton envied me for the three elite young people my parents adopted, who treated me like a queen. Rodger Burton spent millions to light up the city with fireworks for the whole night to celebrate my birthday. Larry Burton planted roses throughout the estate to make me happy. Ethan Burton crafted a unique ring just for me with his rib to prove his sincerity. I was overjoyed, believing myself to be the happiest woman in the world. But when I accidentally ate a cake containing peanuts and nearly went into shock, I overheard the three guys whispering to Cailey Kirk, the daughter of the servant, Vida Kirk, in the hospital corridor. "Don't be afraid. She is merely allergic and went into shock. It is just a lesson for her." "Isn't she allergic to peanuts? We doubled the amount in the cake to punish her so that she would never have the guts to show off in front of you again." "Relax. She won't die. We just wanted to teach her a lesson for upsetting you." I stood in the shadows, and my heart turned cold. I nearly lost my life, but it was just the three guys' cruel joke to win Cailey over. Looking at the emergency medication Jayden Price had sent to my bedside, I wiped my tears and called my father, Huxley Burton. "I'll marry Jayden, despite his scars."
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Everyone in Kaelton envied me for the three elite young people my parents adopted, who treated me like a queen.

Rodger Burton spent millions to light up the city with fireworks for the whole night to celebrate my birthday.

Larry Burton planted roses throughout the estate to make me happy.

Ethan Burton crafted a unique ring just for me with his rib to prove his sincerity.

I was overjoyed, believing myself to be the happiest woman in the world.

But when I accidentally ate a cake containing peanuts and nearly went into shock, I overheard the three guys whispering to Cailey Kirk, the daughter of the servant, Vida Kirk, in the hospital corridor.

"Don't be afraid. She is merely allergic and went into shock. It is just a lesson for her."

"Isn't she allergic to peanuts? We doubled the amount in the cake to punish her so that she would never have the guts to show off in front of you again."

"Relax. She won't die. We just wanted to teach her a lesson for upsetting you."

I stood in the shadows, and my heart turned cold.

I nearly lost my life, but it was just the three guys' cruel joke to win Cailey over.

Looking at the emergency medication Jayden Price had sent to my bedside, I wiped my tears and called my father, Huxley Burton. "I agree to get married to Jayden."

Huxley was surprised.

He said, "Lorna, are you sure? Jayden has become quite irritable after he had a car accident and was disfigured."

I hadn't answered, and he sighed again. "Since you have made up your mind, we'll announce it at the company banquet in three days. Jayden is already recognized as the heir to the Price family and can bring more benefits to us."

I put away my phone and was about to push open the hospital room door when I heard laughter from the three guys and Cailey inside.

Five years ago, the three guys used to surround me like that, trying every way to make me happy.

Rodger spent millions on fireworks in the city for my birthday.

Larry planted countless roses throughout the estate for me.

Ethan crafted a unique ring from his own rib to show his true feelings.

But everything changed after Cailey arrived.

She was the daughter of the servant, Vida. When she just came to my home, she wore washed-out old clothes, and her eyes were always timid.

I pitied her and gave her a brand-new princess dress and even all of my pocket money.

Yet, she cried to the three guys that I had humiliated her with money.

Since that day, the three of them began to distance themselves from me.

Inside the hospital room, Cailey's intermittent sobbing could be heard. "It's all my fault that Lorna had an allergic reaction. I suggested the cake, but I didn't know she would react so severely... Will she ask Huxley to kick me out?"

Rodger snorted, "How dare she? Although she's the daughter of the Burton family, the Burton Group is managed by the three of us now. If she dares to lay a finger on you, I'll be the first to oppose it."

Larry's voice was as indifferent as always. "She's indulged and thinks the world should cater to her whims. This allergic reaction might even be her own act, just to get us to kick Cailey out."

An act?

I recalled how in the past, even a small cut on my finger would make Larry hold me and comfort me for a long while.

Yet now, I almost died in the emergency room, but they dismissed it as a calculated performance.

I opened the hospital room door expressionlessly.

The previously warm and joyful atmosphere froze instantly.

They all turned to look at me, their expressions varied.

Cailey immediately hid behind Rodger, peeking at me timidly.

Rodger shielded her completely, and his gaze towards me was grim. "Lorna, since you're fine now, come over and apologize to Cailey. She stayed up all night out of worry for you. Don't keep bullying her just because of your identity."

Ethan frowned and said with disdain, "Were you eavesdropping at the door? What did you learn when the Burton family paid so much for you to learn the etiquette?"

I looked at the three guys and felt bitter in my mind.

The Burton family had supported them, and they had sworn to protect me forever.

But they were now forcing me to apologize to Cailey, who almost caused my death.

How laughable it was!

I forced a smile and nodded. "Alright. I ruined your mood because I didn't die. I'm sorry."

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