Chapter 2
Chapter 2
When I returned to the private room, Enzo Carson had sobered up quite a bit.
Everyone was getting ready to leave.
Enzo instinctively reached for my hand.
Feeling the coldness of my fingers, he frowned slightly and poured me a cup of hot water.
“Why are your hands so cold? Don’t you know to wear more layers? You’re an adult, yet you still can’t take care of yourself.”
argot. I went out to get you hangover medicine, but none of the nearby stores were open.”
As always, people teased us about how close we were.
But this time, their smiles carried a hint of mockery.
On the way home, silence hung between us.
Enzo seemed to be in a great mood, glancing at his phone occasionally with a smile I had never seen before.
I went to bed with a heavy heart, tossing and turning all night.
Barely drifting off to sleep, I was awakened at dawn by Enzo’s voice.
“Go to the market early and buy some fresh groceries. We have an important guest coming over today.”
Jolted awake, my head throbbed with pain.
Unfazed, Enzo meticulously adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror before heading out.
As he left, he tossed out one more instruction:
“Remember to tidy up the house, and don’t use chili in the dishes.”
I watched his retreating figure and let out a bitter laugh.
For years, Enzo had patiently picked out chili from our meals.
To honor his effort, I–a Northerner who loved spicy food–changed my palate to suit his.
Only now did I realize this small habit was also because of Sonia Fenella.
I got up and crossed “wedding photoshoot” off the calendar.
In its place, I wrote “countdown to leaving the country.”
Then I began packing my belongings.
Opening the closet, my eyes landed on all the gifts Enzo had given me.
New Hermès bags, an array of CHANEL dresses, and plush toys-
All in pinks and pastels, starkly contrasting my simple black, white, and gray aesthetic.
1 hesitated for a moment before opening Sonia Fenella’s account again.
Sure enough, every single item could be found on her page.
Beyond that, in every post, there was Enzo-
Walking with her beneath the Eiffel Tower in Paris,
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Basking on the beaches of the Maldives.
My birthday, our anniversary, Valentine’s Day-
At Sonia’s beck and call, Enzo would board a plane for over ten hours just to see her.
“Enzo Carson, so this is what you meant by being busy with work…”
Suppressing the pain, I gathered everything Enzo had given me, along with our newly bought wedding supplies, and threw them into the track
It took me until noon to finish.
Six years of love seemed to drain away with my tears,
my final trip to take out the trash, I saw Sonia stepping out of Enzo’s car.
She wore a thin pink dress.
As soon as she got out, Enzo took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“It’s windy. Be careful not to catch a cold.”
“Not a problem with you around. No matter how cold it gets, your arms are always warm,”
Sonia laughed, slipping her hands around Enzo’s neck.
Instead of being annoyed, he pulled her into his embrace, his face full of indulgence,
I thought back to when I used to joke and play with Enzo like this.
Each time, he would impatiently push me away, saying he was a germaphobe.
I had chalked it up to his medical background.
Now I understood-
He didn’t let me act coquettishly because I was never the one in his heart.
Just as I was about to turn back, Enzo called out to me.
“Mandy? Why are you outside in such light clothing on a cold day…” 3.
I turned my head, only to hear him add,
“Dressed like that to greet guests–how impolite.”
The chilly autumn wind pierced through my thin pajamas,
But my heart felt colder.
Sonia sized me up with a mocking smile.
“So you’re Enzo’s fiancée? You really do look a lot like me!”
Her words made Enzo’s expression freeze instantly.
I thought it was out of guilt or fear.
As I turned to leave, I heard him whisper to Sonia,
“We’re not married yet. It doesn’t count…”
That’s right–it doesn’t count.
Six years of love, a proposal, and promises–none of it counted.
