My Wedding Day

Lucille’s POV

My eyes widened as I looked up at Vanessa. Her face paled slightly, but she quickly recovered.

"Which mommy?" Brandon asked.

"Do you really need to ask?" I yelled, glaring at Vanessa. "She must have poisoned him. She's nothing but bad news."

"Liam, which mommy?" He persisted.

Liam pointed at me, and my heart dropped.

"I ate some of Mommy's cake while you were...fighting," He whimpered.

"There's no poison in the cake," I protested, panic gripping me. "I made it myself at the hospital's bakery. There's nothing he's allergic to in the cake!"

"What did you add into the cake?" Vanessa spat, her tone accusing. "Did you want to hurt him, so he could join you at the hospital?"

"Of course not!" I spat,desperation choking my words. "I would never do anything to hurt my child."

But Brandon wasn't listening.

"Give him to me!" Brandon snarled, pulling him away from my hands.

"If anything happens to my son," He sneered. "I'll make sure you spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars!"

As he rushed out of the mansion with Liam cradled in his arms, Vanessa tried to follow. But I grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

She fed him a cake, what if that cake was poisoned. I would die if anything happened to my child.

"What did you do to my son?" I demanded, angrily.

With a smirk, she faced me, "We can never tell, Lucille. Maybe you will end up killing your son like you did to your mother."

"What did you just say?" I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.

"You heard me right," She scoffed, yanking her hand out of my grip.

"Did you..." I trailed off as realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

Vanessa was there with me the day my mother died. I could have sworn that I gave her the right dose, but the autopsy results made me think otherwise.

"You killed her?"

She burst into a sick laugh. Fresh tears filled my eyes as her laughter sent chills down my spine.

"It took you so long to figure it out," She chuckled darkly.

Anger surged through me, my blood boiling over. Without thinking, I slammed my fist into her face.

"You bitch!" I yelled, my breathing heavy and ragged. "You killed my mother! How could you!"

I struck her again, venting all my years of guilt and anger. For so long, I had felt guilty about my mother's death, believing it was my fault.

"You are so evil, " I screamed, my voice cracking. "You deserve to rot in hell. I'm not going to let—"

Before I could finish, I felt a brutal and sudden shove. My body flew backward and crashed into the glass table. Pain rippled through me as shards of glass pierced into my body and head.

I landed on the cold floor, helplessly. Blood trickled from my head, and my body refused to move and tears slipped out of my eyes as realization of my helplessness hit me.

"You're the one who's meant to rot in hell, not me," She said, her voice dripping with hate.

She knelt beside me, her face twisted with spite. I tried to call for help, to move, to do something, but my body wouldn't respond.

"But before you die, let me tell you how I killed your mother," She sneered, leaning closer. "When you gave her that first dose, all I had to do was get close and inject her with something else. I watched her die with a smile on my face."

Her words sent a million daggers into my heart.

"I just hated your perfect relationship with her. I didn't even have a mother to call my own," She spat, her voice laced with bitterness.

"I loved watching you drift away from your family. Why would someone like you, a worthless wretch, get so much love?" She hissed, grabbing my chin.

"And now, I'm going after that little brat of yours. I'm going to kill Liam, and there's nothing you can do about it," She laughed evilly.

My son. My precious Liam. I couldn't let her hurt him. But what could I do? I had already lost so much to her. From when I was ten till now I was thirty, she had been like a shadow that stole everything from me.

Now, I couldn't even my protect my own child.

"Just die, Lucille." She said coldly, pressing her hand against my nose.

The little air I had was cut off. I felt the cold grip of death tightening around me. I began wishing for a second chance. A chance to protect everything I had left. A chance for revenge.

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My eyes suddenly snapped open, widening in shock as Brandon's lips moved closer to mine.

Irritated, I stepped back aprubtly. I glanced around confusedly and realized I was in a church.

How was I here? The last thing I remembered was lying in my own pool of blood. I was dying...wasn't I?

"Baby, what's wrong?" Brandon's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked at Brandon and noticed he was in a familiar wedding suit. I shifted my gaze around, and there was Brandon's parents and other guests, sitting in the exact positions they were on our wedding day.

"Lucille," The priest called softly. "Please kiss the groom."

Groom? My heart raced. What was going on?

I looked down at myself and froze. I was in a white wedding dress, holding a bouquet.

This was my wedding day.