Chapter 7
As the plane touched down in another city, my best friend, Betty Mccarthy. pulled me into a tight hug.
“Welcome, my Princess Hollie. From now on, it’s a brand–new life for
you.”
The tears I had been holding back for so long finally burst forth uncontrollably.
Betty asked. “Hollie, do you really not regret running away from the wedding?”
I couldn’t blame Betty for asking that. When I first told her I was calling off the wedding and breaking up with Herman, she was utterly shocked.
Herman and I were each other’s first love. From college to now, we were always the model couple in our social circle.
Everyone envied how we had managed to keep the passion for so many
years.
Some even sought my advice when fighting with their loved ones, asking how to maintain the perfect relationship and marriage.
Back then, I would smile proudly and eagerly share all my insights.
Many couples took my advice, found their way back to each other, and lived happily ever after.
They said I should write a book and become a relationship expert.
How ironic! I could teach others how to nurture love and marriage, yet I
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failed to keep my own.
“Hollie, didn’t you always say we should make compromises sometimes? There’s no such thing as a perfect man, and we shouldn’t abandon Herman just because he’s sick. I don’t believe he could ever forget the passionate love you two shared!”
I didn’t believe it either, but it was true.
At this point, I saw no reason to hide the truth from Betty anymore.
After hearing everything that had happened, Betty was so furious she nearly bought a plane ticket to beat up that scumbag.
I grabbed her arm. “He’s not worth another second of my time. He’s going to love the gift I give him!”
Betty didn’t believe I had the heart to take revenge on Herman. I calmly told her how I was forced to donate blood after an abortion.
Tears of heartache streamed down her face.
We held each other and cried our hearts out in the bustling airport.
Once we had cried ourselves dry, she became even more determined to confront that scumbag and beat him up for me.
“Hollie, if he doesn’t love you, the gift you give him won’t hurt him!”
I hadn’t told Betty everything precisely because I was afraid she’d act on impulse.
Just then, a push notification of a livestream popped up on my phone.
To distract Betty, I tapped on it.
But it turned out to be a livestream of Herman and Bethany’s wedding.
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My reflexes kicked in, and I tried to exit immediately.
But Betty had already seen everything.
She snatched my phone and yelled, “That scumbag! That shameless bitch! He promised to marry you, yet he’s standing at the altar with someone
else! So he was just playing with your feelings all along?!”
I let out a bitter laugh.
Were the past six years of love just my own wishful thinking?
But at least I had left.
Herman never had the chance to hurt me again!
Unable to hold back her anger, Betty pulled out her phone and rallied a group of friends. They flooded the livestream’s chat, cursing out Herman
in unison.
To avoid getting banned by the platform, these sharp–tongued demons laced their insults with sarcasm and passive aggression. Watching them work made me feel utterly satisfied.
Just as Herman and Bethany were about to exchange rings, Calvin rushed. onto the stage and whispered something in his car.
Herman immediately turned frantic, shouting into the camera, “Hollie, I know you’re watching this stream! This wedding with Bethany is fake! I had no other way to find you, so I had to do this! Hollie, my true self is back!
“Hollie, the man who loved you more than his life is back!
“Do you remember this wedding dress? I’m waiting for you to come back and wear it for our wedding!”
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Herman took the wedding dress from Calvin’s hands and began explaining the inspiration behind his design.
Every word was meant to express his love for me.
But to me, it was nothing but a joke.
If he truly loved me, how could he cheat on me?
If he truly loved me, how could he let me suffer through an abortion procedure alone?
If he truly loved me, how could he refuse to trust me and force me to
donate blood?
If he truly loved me, how could he bring Bethany into our apartment and sleep with her?
If he truly loved me, how could he give Bethany the wedding ring I designed for myself?
