Chapter 4
I underestimated Weston’s ability to act. In order to maintain his image of a devoted lover, that very night, he fabricated a
video of me cheating.
Soon, he changed the name of the bride in our wedding to Cecilia.
The video, which showed me in an excited embrace with the man who was my uncle, quickly made its way to the trending topics.
My uncle, who was abroad, saw the news and was so enraged that he wanted to return to the country to clear things up
for me.
0
I stopped him again.
“Weston, if you’re ruthless, don’t blame me for being heartless.”
The next day, Cecilia sent me a photo of herself choosing a wedding dress, boasting, “The bride isn’t sister anymore.” []
I quickly had someone look into where Cecilia was picking out her wedding dress.
Actually, I didn’t even need to ask–it was no surprise. Weston had picked the most luxurious, upscale bridal shop in the city.
It was a place I had already been to several times.
Six months ago, I had ordered a top–tier wedding dress from there, one of the best in the country. [
Today was supposed to be the day when the wedding dress was delivered to me. []
But when I arrived at the bridal shop, I happened to see Cecilia, twirling in the dress in front of Weston. [
Weston was talking to the shop manager about something.
“Weston, I really love this dress. I want this one.” [
Cecilia clung to Weston’s arm, acting coquettishly. []
Weston was working hard to negotiate with the shop manager.
“Call that lady and tell her I’m willing to add two hundred thousand and give her another two hundred thousand in compensation if she’s willing to let me have the dress.” |
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. [
So, for the one he cared about, he could be so generous.
The shop manager, naturally, was swayed by Weston’s offer and quickly turned to go into the warehouse, saying she would call me. I
I slowly walked up behind Weston.
Our Wedding the Other Women Ware White
36.1%
Chapter 4
It was Cecilia who saw me first, and her face immediately fell. She gently nudged Weston’s hand and looked at him with
an innocent expression.
Only then did Weston turn around, and when he saw me, his brow furrowed involuntarily.
“Everlee, what are you doing here?”
I looked at him calmly, not wanting to argue.
Last night, because of him, I had already cried myself dry.
It wasn’t worth shedding any more tears for him.
When I didn’t respond, Weston thought I had come to apologize.
“Now you want to soften up? It’s too late.” He lifted his chin proudly. “But seeing how hard you’ve worked all these years, I’ll give you some money so you can leave with some dignity.” []
I continued to stare at him, unwavering.
This time, I only had one question left to ask.
“Weston, I just want to ask you one thing: over the years, did you ever really love me?” []
After hearing this, Weston’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
“Everlee, I know how deeply you love me.” []
“But today, in front of Cecilia, I have to tell you honestly that I’ve never loved you.” []
“I just
felt sorry for you after you chased me for so long, that’s why I agreed to be with
you.”
Although I had expected this answer, his words were even colder and more heartless than I imagined.
So be it.
Since he could be so heartless, why couldn’t I?
At that moment, the shop manager came out of the warehouse.
“Mr. Martin, I’m sorry…”
Before she could finish, she saw me and seemed shocked. “Ah, Miss Wright, you’re here. This gentleman, he…” []
Before she could continue, I interrupted her. “It’s fine, just give the dress to this young lady.” []
“I hope they can be happy.”
With that, I turned and walked out of the bridal shop, dialing my uncle’s number.
“He’s rotten to the core. Uncle, withdraw the investment, and do it on the day of his wedding with Cecilia.” []
