ログインMy younger sister, Noelle Lynch's 18th birthday wish is to personally give me the wedding bouquet at my wedding. That's why throughout the five years of Noelle getting tormented by polio, the sentence that I utter to my fiance, Jeremy Morgan, the most is, "Wait a little longer." I want to wait till Noelle is fully recovered and can give me the wedding bouquet. Only when that time comes will the wedding be held. At first, Jeremy keeps arguing with me over this matter. "You're marrying me, not Noelle! Is it that important for her to attend our wedding? My mom really wants us to have a child! If we're not getting married by this year, then we might as well break up!" Things between us have soured since that day. When Noelle finally recovers from polio at the end of the year and wins the pageant as Miss Global Winner, I specifically give myself a long vacation. Then, I secretly contact the wedding planning company in hopes of moving the wedding date forward. But the staff member asks me in shock, "Didn't Mr. Morgan hold his wedding last month?" She even digs out the backup video from the wedding on her computer. In the video, Jeremy can be seen wearing a white suit. With red-rimmed eyes, he slides a ring onto the bride's finger. Shockingly enough, this bride is Noelle, the very same person who keeps claiming that I'm her salvation. I feel as though I've plunged into an icy abyss. Subconsciously, I log into Noelle's social media account. The first thing I see is a barrage of messages from Jeremy. "Honey, I already told her that I'd go on a business trip for a month. We'll meet up at the airport right on time. "By the way, remember to bring the black lace stockings that I've given you. I'm already looking forward to seeing you wearing them…" I clutch my phone tightly at the sight of the messages. Then, I hail a cab and rush to the airport immediately.
もっと見るThe day after the wedding, my phone blew up. Friends back home sent me a flood of screenshots. Noelle had posted a long statement on her social media, confessing to everything—forging the chat logs, faking the medical records, and seducing her own sister's fiance.She wrote, "My sister was too good to me. So good that I couldn't stand the thought of her marrying someone else. She could only ever belong to me. That's why I decided to take her man from her. That way, I would be the only one she ever cared about."At the very end of the post, she added, "I'm sorry, Nicolette. I hope you'll be happy."I read it three times, then forwarded the screenshots to Stephane.He was in the kitchen brewing coffee. He leaned out and glanced at my phone. "What are you going to reply?""Nothing.""That's the right call," he said, bringing the coffee over. "What she owes you can't be paid back with a simple apology."I took the cup and sipped. It was bitter.Outside the window, day was breakin
Stephane and I set our wedding for early October at an old castle on the outskirts of Palai.It wasn't a grand, sprawling fortress, but it was beautifully ancient. Thick vines crawled up the weathered stone walls, and the courtyard overflowed with white hydrangeas.Stephane's family filled the space with warmth. His father had traveled all the way from Lior just to cook an authentic hometown dish in the castle kitchen.Meanwhile, his mother held my hand and talked endlessly. She playfully warned me that Stephane had never known how to charm a girl, even as a child, so I would just have to be patient with him.Sophie was my maid of honor."You're the coolest bride I've ever seen," she said. "After getting betrayed by a scumbag, you ran off to Palai, built a career, and picked up a Palaian husband along the way."I chuckled. "He's mixed, actually. Half Amritsan.""Even better! Then you two never have to fight over whose family to spend the holidays with."The whole room laughed.
Stephane offered only a few brief words of comfort, but they were enough to make my eyes prickle with tears.As we spent more time together, Stephane made an effort to remember my preferences and made space for my moods.He watched the sun rise and set over Palai with me. And when my spirits dipped now and then, he simply stayed close—quiet, gentle, and healing.Three months later, I moved into Stephane's apartment in Palai's 15th Arrondissement.It wasn't large, but it had a wide balcony with a view of the Aurelle Tower in the distance.He had filled that balcony with roses and lavender, and every morning he'd cut a single stem and leave it on my pillow.During that time, Jeremy texted me every single day.He cycled through numbers—sometimes a local Palai number, sometimes one from back home, sometimes adding me from a throwaway account on social media.I'd block one, and he'd surface with another.The messages went from apologies to begging, from begging to hysterics, and fi
I let three seconds of silence hang on the line before hanging up.It wasn't that I had gone soft. I just found Jeremy's words laughable.The wedding dress I had chosen so carefully, the wedding I had planned down to the smallest detail—he had handed all of it to Noelle.Even the house we had bought together to start our married life ended up being someone else's home—not mine.He had married my younger sister. And now he was telling me I was the one he had loved all along.Did he really think so little of me? That one small show of remorse would be enough to make me come crawling back?That evening, Sophie dragged me out to a fashion party.It was held at a gallery overlooking the river, and I didn't recognize most of the guests. I stood in a corner nursing a glass of champagne, watching all those polished, glamorous Palaians laugh and talk over one another in rapid Parrisene.That was when I saw him.He was standing at the far end of the gallery in a cream linen suit, leanin






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