Chapter 3

Tension filled the air in an instant.

Every eye in the room hovered between me and Natalie.

She was stunned for a second before she let out a disdainful chuckle.

“Come on, Cole. Everyone knows you’ve been my pathetic little lapdog for ten years. There’s no way you would marry someone else. My sisters have watched you grovel after me. They wouldn’t want to marry you. Oh, right, my eldest sister hasn’t seen much of your antics, since she’s always sick. But she’s not going to live for long. You really think your family would let you marry her?”

I was just about to snap back and say that Yvonne was exactly who I intended to marry.

Then, I remembered what Frank Shaw, their father and head of the Shaw family, had told me before.

“I don’t know why you suddenly changed your mind and chose Yvonne, but she’s about to undergo surgery. Let’s keep it between us for now. We don’t want anything disrupting her recovery,” he had said.

I instinctively looked toward Yvonne, who was seated in the distance in her wheelchair.

She looked deathly pale. She was so fragile that it seemed like a gust of wind might sweep her away.

Frank was right. She could not afford to be disturbed.

I had not interacted much with Yvonne.

I remembered how things ended for her in the previous life.

Not long after I married Natalie, Yvonne died alone in a hospice.

Since I had decided to marry her in this lifetime, I had to make sure she lived a long and healthy life.

Yvonne looked at me. Her eyes briefly clouded with disappointment.

I offered her a reassuring smile and said, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Then, I turned and walked away.

As the party came to an end, Matthew trailed closely behind me.

He raised his hand. The silver ring glinted as the light danced across it in soft colors.

“Cole, you’re all pride and no bite, huh? Natalie told me that even though she marries you, I’m the one she sees as her real husband, and I’m the only one she’d ever buy a ring for.”

To everyone else, Matthew was the perfect, well-mannered one — charming and easy to like.

I was the only one who knew just how evil he really was.

In my previous life, he had shown up waving Natalie’s ultrasound report in my face and smugly announced that my wife was pregnant with his child.

When I confronted Natalie about it, all I received was a dismissive smile.

Driven to the edge, I disclosed everything to both of our families.

My parents were furious. They sent Matthew overseas on the spot and arranged a marriage for him.

Later, he and the heiress he was matched with lived happily.

I, on the contrary, spent the rest of my days enduring Natalie’s hatred as I had driven the man she loved away. In the end, I died a miserable death.

So, in this life, I decided to let them get married.

I really wanted to see if they really loved each other as much as they claimed.

With that, I suddenly patted Matthew hard on the shoulder.

“Let’s keep things simple, Matthew. If you want to marry her, go ahead. In fact, when you tie the knot, I’ll send you a huge wedding gift to wish you both a long and happy life together.”

He froze for a second, then scoffed.

“Come on, Cole. You say that now, but I know you’re still going to marry her in the end. I know you. You’re never going to stop chasing after Natalie. But you might as well give up. She only loves me.”

I gave him a nonchalant nod and headed home.

Since I had decided to marry Yvonne, I needed to prepare some gifts for her before the engagement.

I spent the next three days focused entirely on that.

During those three days, Matthew did not come home even once.

He updated his social media with a new post every two hours.

The latest was a photo of Natalie in an apron. She was cooking steak in the kitchen.

Just as I was about to put my phone away, a text from Matthew popped up.

[Cole, you have never tasted Natalie’s cooking, right? She’s been keeping me well-fed these past three days. And… I don’t just mean with food.]

The memory of catching them together in bed in my past life flashed through my mind instantly.

My stomach churned with nausea.

Fighting the urge to throw up, I simply replied, [Get lost!]

Then, I blocked him.