The world had turned upside down overnight.
Jane Eyre, though now disgraced, was to bear the infamy as Edward Cullens bride, the man who had caused her downfall, yet insisted on marrying her.
Bill Compton was barely hanging on to life, gasping for breath as he ordered the servants to arrange the wedding immediately.
At that moment, Jane Eyre finally understood why her brother, Jamie Fraser, could stay at the Cullen Manor as an adopted son, while she remained nameless. She realized in a daze that for the past ten years, Bill Compton had been raising her to be the perfect daughter-in-law.
She had been groomed to be gentle and modest, all to match Edward Cullens arrogant and overbearing personality.
On the day of the wedding, her brother Jamie Fraser, who had been overseas, rushed back just before the ceremony to congratulate her.
"Sis, congratulations. By the way, wheres your husband?"
The entire courtyard was filled with the color of celebration, yet not a single face in the hall wore a joyful expression. When Jamie Fraser saw that standing next to Jane Eyre during the ceremony was a rooster, he became furious.
"Ill go find him!"
Jane Eyre hastily held her brother back. Even if they forced Edward Cullen back today, what good would it do?
"It was my decision, dont blame him. I dont want him to be angry with Dad..." She paused, unconsciously looking at Bill Compton, "I dont want him to be angry with Father."
Although Jamie Fraser knew his sister wasnt telling the truth, seeing Bill Comptons sickly appearance in the seat of honor, he swallowed his anger.
Watching Jane Eyre, who was participating in the wedding ceremony with a rooster, left a bad taste in his heart.
After being escorted to the bridal chamber, Jane Eyre lifted her own red veil and listlessly removed her phoenix hairpin.
The sound of the door being violently broken came from behind. She turned around to see Edward Cullen, furious and reeking of alcohol.
Jane Eyre had assumed that if Edward Cullen let her marry a rooster, he certainly wouldnt come back on the wedding night.
She hurriedly got up, her body leaning against the edge of the table, watching him approach her cautiously: "Why... why are you back?"
But Edward Cullen said nothing, striding forward and pulling her onto the bed, looming over her.
Jane Eyre was terrified and quickly said, "Wait, we... we havent drunk the nuptial wine yet."
Edward Cullen paused in his actions, got up from her, and his eyes were full of mockery: "Oh, the nuptial wine, right?"
With that, he took the wine pot with a red string in his hand and stood in front of her.
The wine pot was raised above her head, and the crystal-clear liquid poured down.
"What are you doing?!" Jane Eyre was frightened.
"Do you deserve to drink this nuptial wine with me?" Edward Cullen looked at her with disdain, his eyes full of loathing and mockery.
Jane Eyre felt a chill in her heart, as if a long-buried secret had been exposed, and she was nervous and at a loss.
She did like him, had harbored feelings for him in her heart for a full decade.
But she never dared to covet, never imagined that one day she would become his wife.
Perhaps it was a selfish impulse, perhaps it was audaciousness.
Suddenly, Jane Eyre leaned forward and kissed his thin, cold lips.
Edward Cullens eyes flickered with a trace of surprise, but he quickly remembered that her mother was the kind of woman who would raise a daughter just like her.
He quickly took the initiative.
Jane Eyre felt her mind go blank, unable to think, and let herself be manhandled like a porcelain doll.
Edward Cullen seemed to want to hear her voice of pain.
He thrust deeply, and Jane Eyre cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.
Yet, he seemed to enjoy watching her suffer because of him, feeling a flicker of pleasure without any trace of pity.
Inexperienced, Jane Eyre couldnt withstand his torment and eventually fainted from the pain.
The next day, she awoke to the news of Bill Comptons passing.