Raised by my aunt, she didn't come on the wedding day. After learning the reason, I took off my wedding dress and left.

Face is really interesting. Just like my parents, they are shameless people for the sake of so-called face. Even if their vanity "face" is well decorated, it will not win my understanding. After all, the most important thing for people is emotion. Even if people without feelings keep their so-called face, they may lose their real face.

My parents are ordinary farmers, and my birth has made this family more difficult, so my parents are going to the city to fight hard and make the future better. So my parents put me in my aunt's house, and the two of them started a difficult road full of unknowns. Although my aunt's family conditions are also very poor, my aunt is very kind to me. She gives me good things first, preferring to let her children watch. Under the care of my aunt, my childhood was very happy, and I am very grateful for her love for me.

Gradually, I grew up. After years of hard work, my parents have become well-known businessmen. My parents have been able to bring me good living conditions, so they took me home and introduced me to my partner's playboy to get married. When I got home, I found that my honest and honest parents had disappeared. These two people are strangers to me. They are business affairs every day, and their mouths are all about money. Although I live in a villa of more than 4 square meters, I don't think it is as comfortable as my aunt's home of dozens of square meters.

Soon, I finally got married under the arrangement of my parents. I wanted to talk to my aunt on the wedding day, but I couldn't find her, so I called her. My aunt didn't speak, but she kept crying on the other end of the phone. She said nothing, and finally said "Happy Wedding" and hung up. I was puzzled and had to run to ask my mother, who said contemptuously, "What did you ask her to do? These people who come here today are all big shots. Isn't she coming to let others see jokes? "

Back in the dressing room, I continued to call my aunt, asking her to come by, and asked her husband to drive to pick her up. To my surprise, my husband said he knew about it. When he wrote an invitation, his parents told him not to send an invitation to my aunt. They also discussed it with my parents-in-law, and my husband and family agreed not to let her come to the scene. Looking at my husband's disdainful expression and listening to his harsh words, I feel sick.

I can't stand what they do anymore, and I can't stand marrying such a man. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with these people. My aunt has raised me for so many years and is my second-generation parent. I have such deep feelings for my aunt. If she doesn't come, what's the point of this wedding? I took off my wedding dress and drove directly to my aunt's house. Since they care so much about face, I will let them taste the feeling of losing face.