Chapter 4

I kept telling myself that this was just betrayal, just being deceived.

The wedding hadn't happened yet. There was still time.

I could run far away, leave this painful place, and stay away from these two.

But why should I leave? They were the ones who were wrong. They would pay the price!

And I should reflect on my lack of sharp judgment, not on my sincere efforts.

I was not at fault. I was fine.

The next day, during the wedding rehearsal, I returned to the apartment early.

When Evan came to pick me up, I had already adjusted myself.

But he still noticed my swollen eyes.

"Why are your eyes so red?" He bent down and gently kissed my eyelids.

I forced back my disgust and said, "I miss my parents."

Evan smiled, squatting down to help me change my shoes. "Your parents must be happy for you up in heaven."

I stared at the top of Evan's head, my mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

I thought, "Since you can't be faithful, why choose me?

Don't you know that betrayal is the one thing I can't stand?

When you were having an affair with my sister, did you ever think about how much it would hurt me, how hopeless I would feel when I found out?"

I held back those thoughts.

Evan always boasted to the others that he would give me the most luxurious wedding the city had ever seen.

I was going to turn this grand wedding into a ridiculous farce with my own hands.

And Evan would be the saddest clown of all.

The rehearsal went on until evening.

Before leaving, I asked Evan and my sister to wait for me in the parking lot.

I called in the wedding planner. This million-dollar wedding would be led by me and executed by her.

After speaking with her, she looked troubled, as if she had something to say but didn't know how. I acted as though I didn't see.

I knew my request was unreasonable.

Such last-minute changes would bring a huge workload.

But I had handled many high-society weddings and had dealt with more willful brides than me.

Now that it was my turn to be the bride, why couldn't I be willful just once?

The driver was gone when I got into the car. Evan was sitting in the front seat, and my sister was in the back.

The silence in the air was suffocating.

I looked at my sister's flushed face and sneered.

Every time I saw this scene before, I thought they were just arguing, but it turns out they were sneaking around behind my back...

I was really such a fool.

I sat in the back seat, tired, and closed my eyes. "Where's the driver?"

Evan answered, "He went to the restroom. I'll call him right away."

I gave a slight nod.

Evan turned around, offering me a cup. The fragrance of coffee wafted through the air.

"Are you tired?" he asked softly.

Then he turned to my sister, commanding, "Grace, sit in the front."

"No need."

I opened my eyes, grabbed my sister's hand, and turned to smile at her.

I continued, "I still have so much to say to my sister."

Evan frowned, clearly displeased. "What is it that I can't hear?"

I smiled even more deeply, "It's just some trivial talk, nothing important. If you overhear it, you'll probably accuse my sister of trying to stir up trouble."

Evan snorted, "Grace, no matter how much you object, your sister and I are getting married now. You need to show me some respect in the future."

My sister seemed to sense something was wrong and didn't retort like usual. Her expression froze, and she looked at me nervously.

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