Semua Bab Dating a Married Man? Not Me: Bab 1 - Bab 10

On the 99th day of asking my boyfriend, William Jones, to marry me, he finally said yes. However, on our wedding day, he never showed up.It wasn't until a guest noticed on social media that he had posted a marriage certificate a month earlier that I learned the truth.He had already been married for more than a month to his childhood sweetheart, Caroline Ashton.I stood frozen, everything around me feeling distant and unreal, while whispers rippled through the crowd."William got married a month ago. So, Diana was the other woman all along?""How bold can a mistress be to throw herself a wedding?""She was probably trying to pressure him into marrying her. No wonder he didn't show. Serves her right.My mind went completely blank until a scream suddenly rang out from the crowd."Someone just fainted. Call an ambulance!"I turned toward the sound, and my face went pale. It was my mother, Madeline Emery. Her heart condition had flared up again from the shock. She collapsed on th

After I left the hospital, I went home to pack my belongings.Five years with William had filled the place with our memories. However, since I had decided to leave William for good, I planned to erase every trace of myself from the home.I threw out the matching slippers, toothbrushes, and pajamas.I opened a drawer and found a photo album tucked in the back. It held only pictures of William and me, a record of our five years together.It showed the day we confessed our feelings, the first birthday he celebrated for me, the first gift he gave me, and our first trip together, among others.On the cover, he had written by hand, "I will love my only lover, Diana, forever."I suddenly found it absurd. I tore every photo to pieces and tossed the album into the trash.When I carried the trash downstairs, I ran into William coming home.He saw me hauling so many trash bags alone and mentioned with concern, "Didn't I tell you to rest and avoid heavy work while you're pregnant?"I said

On the day of the wedding, William had rented out an entire private island, inviting all of the elite families, high-ranking officials, and influential figures of Astoria City.The ceremony would be broadcast live on television from start to finish.Just as he had promised, the wedding was lavish and grand.…Meanwhile, I was at home, packing the last of my things.After five years with William, I owned so little that everything I had fit neatly into a single suitcase.Before I left, he called me. "Honey, are you ready? The driver should be there soon. I can't wait."I couldn't wait either. I couldn't wait to leave this city and disappear from his life forever.To avoid the people William had sent, I slipped out through the back gate of my neighborhood. No one noticed me, and I easily made it into a car headed for the airport.Right before takeoff, I sent William the photo of the marriage certificate the wedding guest had found online that day.Then, I deleted and blocked eve

When the plane landed, I woke from a deep sleep.I had been dreaming for what felt like a long time.In the dream, I stood in a hotel wearing a wedding gown while Mom pinned a floral hair clip into my hair under the sunlight.Then, the scene shifted, and the hotel became a hospital. My mother lay still in the hospital bed, her chest no longer rising with breath.I woke up drenched in cold sweat.Someone beside me handed me a bottle of water. "Are you alright?"I blinked, pulling myself out of the nightmare. "I'm fine. Thank you."As I took the bottle, I caught a glimpse of the man's profile. He had a straight nose, a chiseled jaw, and striking features with a cool, hard-edged charm.My heartbeat raced before I could do anything about it.…Once I got off the plane, I turned on my phone. The first thing I saw was the day's biggest headline—William's wedding had become a hot topic nationally.The video showed him rejecting Caroline's proposal and even having her escorted out.

In the days that followed, I worked alongside Richard to finish the wedding gown.Back then, I had designed the waistline to be especially narrow to accommodate Millie's frail figure. However, Richard told me he wanted her to look healthy and happy when wearing it, so I re-measured and adjusted the curve of the skirt.Whenever I worked, he would often stand nearby, quietly watching. Sometimes, he would bring me a warm cup of coffee.We rarely spoke of the heavy past. Instead, we talked like friends—chatting about the day's weather, the best restaurants in the area, and interesting people or little things we had come across.…One afternoon, I was standing on a stool to adjust a sample on the rack when my foot suddenly slipped. I pitched backward, bracing for the pain to come.Fortunately, Richard caught me, his hand firm at my waist. "Are you okay?"His palm was broad and warm, the heat seeping through me until my face flushed. I quickly stepped away, nodding to show I was fine.