"What wedding are you talking about?" Tad demanded, his brows tightly knit.I curved my lips slightly—a faint, detached smile edged with mockery."A wedding you two will never be invited to."He blinked, caught off guard, as if trying to process my words."Whose wedding? Don't tell me—it's yours?"I tilted my head, the corner of my mouth sharp as a blade."Of course not. After all, you, Mr. Tad, have yet to kneel down and propose, haven't you? You're still, officially, my ‘boyfriend,' right?"I reached out and brushed my fingertips against his arm—so briefly it could've been imagined.But it was enough to make him flinch as if burned."Enough, Nancy," he said sharply, irritation flaring. "Stop being so dramatic. You're still recovering. Just rest."The words cut into me like a dull, rusted knife.He didn't even bother to pretend anymore.And to think—I once gave him my trust, my love, my everything.Leaning against the doorframe, Leo crossed his arms arrogantly. "So why are we excluded
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