On His Wedding Day I Sent My Goodbye Novel by Seraphina_4ever _ Novel




On His Wedding Day I Sent My Goodbye Chapter 01

After the breakup, I went under the knife and had my memories erased.
I wiped out the three years I spent dating a major general—a man who had just used me as a pawn for his own agenda. I also erased the agony of the vicious lies he spread, and the relentless public harassment I endured because of them.
I changed my name and took a quiet job dancing for a border defense military troupe.
Three years went by. Then, right in the middle of a stage performance, a woman in the crowd pointed at me in absolute shock. "Allisson, you're alive!" she blurted out. "Why haven't you gone to find Stanley? He's been searching for you for three years. He almost killed himself over you."
Confused, I just stared at her. "I'm sorry, but I had my memories surgically erased. I don't remember anything.
"Who is Stanley?"
The moment I spoke, the room went dead silent.
A sudden, inexplicable panic washed over me, and I instinctively turned toward the window.
Out in the heavy snow stood a man with bloodshot eyes, staring intensely at me.
The stranger had told me Stanley Mendez was the commander of the Washington D.C. military base.
Because of his rank, his marriage required unanimous approval from the military committee.
Yet, ever since he proposed to me, he had been hit with severe disciplinary action year after year.
The first time the committee voted no, he stood out on the training grounds in the blistering sun, hauling full tactical gear for seventy-two hours straight.
The second time they rejected it, they threw him in solitary confinement and made him handwrite a letter of repentance ninety-nine times.
By the third year, I couldn't take the guilt anymore. I followed his SUV all the way to the military compound.
I slipped into the command building, only to find out there was no committee meeting at all.
Instead, I heard his father, Connor Mendez, violently shattering a porcelain cup against the floor.
"Stanley, you know exactly who Allisson is!" his father roared. "She's the girl who was kidnapped and assaulted by terrorists for three days. The one whose explicit videos circulated through the entire unit.
"Yet you stood up and publicly claimed you were the guy in those videos, and now you want to marry her! You're doing this on purpose just to spite me."
Out in the hall, I stopped dead in my tracks, my fists clenched.
Stanley's voice drifted through the door, calm and completely detached. "You're right. I am doing this on purpose.
"Just because of that incident during the military exercise, you forbade me from marrying Mariela. You told me I could marry anyone but her."
He let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. "Fine. I decided to find the woman with the worst reputation possible, just to humiliate the Mendez family."
For the first time in my life, I felt the strength physically drain from my body.
Mariela Stephens.
My stepsister—the girl my father had brought into our home when he remarried.
Those three years Stanley spent fiercely defending me had been nothing but a long con. He was just using me to achieve his own goals and help Mariela get what she wanted.
I turned and bolted out the door. Outside, a guard was just about to refuel a vehicle.
I snatched the gas can right out of his hands, drenched the seats of Stanley's Jeep, and flicked my lighter until a blue flame sparked.
With burning, tear-filled eyes, I watched the flames catch and rise. "Tell Stanley we're finished," I told the guard.
That night, I hit three different bars.
I chased vodka with hard liquor. The younger dancers from the military troupe clustered around me, respectfully calling me "Ms. Payne."
I put a cigarette between my lips and patted the handsome dance captain sitting next to me. "Be a good boy and light this for me," I said.
The second his lighter sparked, someone kicked the door to our private booth wide open.
"Attention!" a voice barked. Then, "Dismissed."
Stanley stood in the doorway. His military uniform was crisp, but his face was pale—a clear sign he had just endured physical disciplinary punishment.
Once the room cleared out, he loosened his collar and slid into the booth next to me.
"Allie, since you heard everything..." he started. "I planned this for three years. I can't let all my work go to waste."
I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.
The crack echoed through the room, leaving a stark, red handprint across his jaw.
"Stanley," I said, my voice steady. "What if I decide to ruin your plan?"
He swallowed hard, wiped a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and let out a quiet laugh.
"I was the one who made sure those videos circulated among the troops," he said softly. "I can just as easily make sure you never dance again. Go ahead and try."

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