Olivia seemed terrified of Clara. Her face instantly went ashen the moment she saw her. Noticing Olivia’s unusual reaction, I coul-
dn’t help but ask, “Are you feeling unwell?”
“Sophia, my head feels a bit dizzy. Could you please call a cab to take me back to the hospital?” Olivia interjected.
I nodded. “Of course.” I pulled out my phone and called a cab for Olivia to return to the hospital.
After Olivia left.
Clara teased me. “Sophia, I can’t believe you’re getting married so soon! Congratulations, finding a fiancé who cherishes and loves
you like Kevin does.”
I replied, “What about you? All these years abroad, didn’t you find a boyfriend you liked?”
Clara chuckled self–deprecatingly. “I’m all alone, a permanent singleton. I doubt anyone will ever love me…”
As Ciara finished speaking, I was about to offer some comfort.
My fiancé, Kevin Blackwood, suddenly emerged from a corner. “Sophia, how’s the wedding dress fitting going?”
As he spoke, Kevin came over to me. Dressed in a sharp suit, he exuded an air of elegant handsomeness. Kevin was born into a
prominent family; his parents were the CEOs of a publicly traded corporation. He came from a privileged background but lacked the notorious womanizing habits often seen in wealthy families.
Kevin and I fell in love at first sight. After we became official, he was incredibly devoted to me, showering me with affection as if
he wanted to place the entire world at my feet. Everyone in our circle said Kevin had fallen head over heels for me. Kevin and I had
been together for five years, and he had proposed countless times. I only finally said yes to his proposal a month ago. When I acce- pted, he even cried, telling me, “Sophia, I’ll be good to you for the rest of my life.”
Five years of shared life made it impossible for me to believe that the gentle, refined Kevin standing before me would, in the third
year of our marriage, torment me to the point of wishing for death.
Snapping back to reality, I said to Kevin, “I haven’t tried it on yet…”
“Go on, try on your dress, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you in your wedding gown.” Kevin leaned in and kissed my cheek.
Today, Kevin was… exceptionally mushy. It wasn’t quite like him; it was almost as if he were deliberately trying to provoke someo-
- ne. I glanced at my best friend. She stood silently, her gaze lowered. Kevin quickly scanned her, but there was no strange emotion
on his face. Was I overthinking this?
