As the two minutes approached, she deliberately sent a crying emoji: “Oops, sister, I accidentally misread it and can’t take it back now. What should I
do?”
It’s all my fault for not paying attention. I thought this passionate intimate scene was between you and Keaton. I was even wondering how you could be so good that Keaton would be infatuated with my body. It turns out that the female lead is me!
“Sister, if I were you, I would spend some money to learn how to take care of a man, otherwise you wouldn’t have lost your husband!”
With that, she sent me a transfer of ten thousand dollars: “This is the reward for your blood donation. I don’t want to exchange it for my husband for anything that can be solved with money. When we have our wedding, you are welcome to come and have a toast!”
Faced with naked humiliation and provocation, I retreated and transferred the money, saying, “Consider it an advance blessing for your wedding, wishing you a hundred years of happiness together!”
After blocking Margaret, life went on so peacefully for half a month, and the body also recovered quite well.
It was time to leave!
I realized it was the wedding day only after I had bought the plane ticket.
Because I was going to seek refuge with my best friend, I went to a jewelry store to pick a gift for her.
I realized at the jewelry store that I had forgotten to pick up the wedding ring that Keaton had custom–made.
That
I was designed by me, and now it should be taken back and disposed of.
The shop assistant checked the records and told me that Keaton had already taken the wedding ring.
Looking at the pitying expression on her face, I left with understanding.
Little did I know that as soon as I stepped out, I bumped right into Keaton who was strolling down the street.
On their intertwined fingers, Margaret and he were wearing the wedding ring that I had designed.
Seeing my gaze fall on their hands, he quickly explained, “Sariah, this wedding ring…”
“You looked quite compatible wearing them.”
I finished speaking and turned around to leave.
He wanted to catch up with me, but Margaret held him back and said, “Keaton, didn’t we agree to accompany me to try on wedding dresses today?”
My steps became more determined as I left.
On the wedding day, I stepped out of the postnatal center and hailed a taxi straight to the airport.
Meanwhile, Keaton’s friends, accompanied by a makeup artist, came to the house he rented to find me with custom–made wedding dresses.
The doorbell went unanswered for a while, and their noise was so loud that it woke up the neighbor across the street. “No one has been living here for a while; did you knock on the wrong door?”
