Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 47

Chapter 2

1 took another photo.

My hands were shaking and the picture came out blurry, so I took another one.

Every second mattered.

I resubmitted.

Five minutes later, rejected again.

[Reason for rejection: Request amount too large. Please provide itemized cost breakdown, including unit prices for all medications.]

I lost it.

The surgery hadn’t even started. The doctors were still trying to save him.

How was I supposed to get an itemized breakdown with unit prices?

I texted Elena.

“I’ll send the breakdown later. Elena, please. Just approve it. This is a life-or-death situation!”

Elena sent back a cutesy emoji.

“Girl, it’s not that I don’t want to help.”

“But the finance rules are the rules. I’m in a tough spot too.”

“You’ve always been too careless. You can’t bring those working-class habits into high society.”

“Dominic said I need to help you learn some discipline.”

I was on my knees outside the operating room, phone in hand, completely broken.

I texted Dominic. Sent voice messages.

“Dominic, I’m begging you.”

“Just give me the money. I’ll do whatever you want after this.”

“I won’t cause trouble. I won’t be jealous of Elena. Please, just save my dad.”

Half an hour later, Dominic finally sent a voice message back with noise in the background, his voice annoyed and slightly drunk.

“Do what Elena says. Stop bothering me.”

Right then, the operating room light went out.

A doctor walked out, pulled off his mask, and shook his head.

“I’m sorry. If the payment had gone through even ten minutes earlier and we’d been able to use the medication…”

I didn’t hear the rest. The world just went quiet.

The man who raised me by picking through trash to fund my education died because of a “wrong format” rejection.

His body grew cold, and my love for Dominic Thorne went cold right along with it.

For three days, I handled the aftermath-cremation, burial.

I didn’t tell Dominic. There was no point anymore.

He thought I was scamming him for money?

Fine. I’d never ask him for another cent.

I looked at the message Dominic had just sent, dripping with fake generosity, and smiled.

He thought I was playing games to get his attention.

He had no idea this was me giving him one last shred of dignity.

A red dot suddenly popped up on my IG feed.

It was a post from Elena.

The photo showed a plate of high-end sushi and a man’s hand wearing a Patek Philippe-one I’d once thought about giving Dominic.

The caption read: “Thanks boss for treating me to a nice meal. Unlike some people who just beg for money. So annoying.”

I liked the post.

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