LOGINWith every word Dylan spoke, more color drained from Harper's face. "You said you loved Adrian, yet you were willing to sleep with me. You said you loved Adrian, yet you went sightseeing with me when you were supposed to be preparing for your wedding."Harper, you keep saying you loved Adrian, but everything you did hurt him. And if you loved him so much, why weren't you willing to go with him? What? Were you afraid that even in the afterlife, he wouldn't want to see you?"Dylan's body trembled. His voice sounded unhinged, yet a trace of wounded grievance still lingered beneath it. "I had a life of my own. You were the one who noticed me first. You were the one who slept with me, and you were the one who told me you loved me."You gave me the confidence to provoke Adrian again and again. You couldn't control yourself, and now you want to blame his death entirely on me!"The more Dylan spoke, the harder he laughed. "Harper, you're pathetic!"Harper could no longer hold herself back
Dylan's eyes settled on Adrian's photograph with open resentment.Two seconds later, as if that wasn't enough to vent his anger, he reached out and knocked over the wedding portrait of Harper and Adrian.The sound of shattering glass rang through the room.Harper came downstairs at that exact moment.As soon as she saw our shattered wedding portrait on the floor, she quickened her pace. She strode over and slapped Dylan across the face.His head snapped to the side from the impact, and his expression instantly turned wounded."Harper, how could you hit me?" His tone was as fake and pitiful as ever.Harper no longer had the patience for it, much less the fondness she'd once had for his act. "I asked you here because I want to talk about what our relationship is going to be from now on."The moment she finished speaking, the tenderness vanished from Dylan's face.He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. "Harper, I never asked you to give me a title. You know that. I j
Harper didn't even spare Dylan a glance as he sat crumpled on the floor. She rushed down the stairs from the second floor, moving faster with every step. "Adrian! My Adrian is back!"The moment she opened the door, all she found was a delivery driver standing outside.The excitement vanished from her face. Then she noticed the package in his hands.Her name was listed as the recipient, and a smile slowly returned to her lips. "Adrian sent you, didn't he?"The delivery driver had no idea what she was talking about. He could only shake his head awkwardly. "I'm sorry, ma'am. There's no sender information on the package, so I don't know who sent it either."For once, Harper didn't give him a hard time. She hurriedly took the package inside, too impatient to wait before opening it.The moment she lifted the lid, she froze. Inside were photographs of her and Dylan together. Some showed the two of them watching the sunrise and sunset while she was supposed to be preparing for her weddin
Before the cruise ship had even reached the dock, reporters had already posted the videos they'd recorded at the scene.Within minutes, two hashtags had claimed the top two spots across every social media platform.#HarperTurnerCheating#HarperTurnersFianceAttemptsSuicideBefore everyone's eyes, the wedding that was supposed to be the year's grandest romantic celebration had turned into a funeral for the betrayed fiancé.For ten straight hours, Harper refused to give up. She personally directed the search from the scene, deploying every bodyguard she had and ordering them to comb the waters again and again.Dylan finally couldn't bear to watch her anymore. He grabbed her arm and said tentatively, "Harper, maybe Mr. Parsons has already—"Before he could finish, Harper slapped him hard across the face. "Shut up!"Her breakdown had finally found an outlet.Perhaps she'd never imagined that the wedding she'd dreamed of since she was young would descend into such chaos, completely
The moment seawater splashed into the air, Dylan appeared behind Harper with a bouquet in his hands. "Harper, what are you looking at?"He clearly hadn't seen Adrian jump into the ocean.As usual, he casually draped an arm around her shoulders, but Harper shoved him away the next second. "What are you all standing around for? Get down there and save him!"Harper kicked off her high heels and prepared to jump into the water.Dylan froze in shock and grabbed her tightly."Harper, what are you doing?!" His eyes widened in disbelief.At the same time, the bodyguards climbed into the small boats one after another.Five minutes later, one of them shouted, "Miss Turner! We found him—"The roar of the waves drowned out the rest of his words.Harper hurried forward and looked toward the boat.The relief that had just appeared on her face vanished when she saw what they had pulled from the water.It was Adrian's suit jacket."Harper, don't panic. Maybe Mr. Parsons is still alive..."
Our wedding was set to take place aboard a luxury cruise ship at sea.Harper wrapped her arms around my waist, clearly pleased with herself. "I know how much you love the ocean, so I chose this. You won't be mad, will you?"I smiled and shook my head. "I'm happy."While I waited in the dressing room in my suit for her to finish getting ready, Dylan couldn't sit still. He messaged me again.[Mr. Parsons, what do you think will happen if I show up at the wedding later? Will Harper still choose you?][Why don't I tell you something? Last night, Harper and I spent the night together in the very room where you two are supposed to spend your wedding night.][She doesn't love you at all. What's the point of clinging to the title of her husband? Why don't you just give it to me?]His messages were arrogant, and they openly revealed his ambition and desire.I didn't blame him. I knew he could only provoke me so brazenly because Harper had encouraged and indulged him.I looked at Harper







