The Dress Was Never the Problem のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Check what happened at the bridal shop yesterday. Right now! Find out who upset her this time. I swear, this is hell. Tell the manager to remake the dress in the original size and send it over."The hallway was quiet. I stood by the elevator as cold air poured from the vent, chilling me to the bone.What he didn't understand was that it had never been about the dress. It was about his favoritism.I took out my phone, opened my notes, and found the wedding schedule. Then, I swiped left and tapped delete.…After work, I went straight to our newly renovated marital apartment to pick up the drafts I had left behind.The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a pair of women's shoes by the door—the same pair from the social media post the day before.I stared at them for two seconds, then unlocked the door.The living room was quiet.Natalie sat on the cream-colored sofa we had spent three months picking out together, wearing an oversized T-shirt. The moment she saw me, sh

Then, I opened my email, organized the revised sample pages of the picture book, filled out the submission form, and clicked send.…Just before I got off work, Enzo's mother, Camellia Crawford, called. She asked me to return to the family home for dinner and finalize the wedding arrangements.I held my phone, watching her name flash across the screen, quietly rehearsing how I would explain that I wanted to cancel the wedding.When I arrived, I had barely pushed open the living room door when laughter spilled out. Natalie sat close beside Camellia on the sofa, their arms linked, chatting intimately. Both of them were smiling brightly.I, on the other hand, stood at the entryway like an outsider who did not belong.Camellia patted Natalie's hand, her tone full of regret. "If you hadn't gone abroad back then, you'd be the one marrying Enzo now instead of that small-minded woman!"I continued to change my shoes, though my stomach churned with disgust. I might not have parents anymo

I ignored him, pulled a pen from the holder, flipped straight to the last page, and signed my name.Before Enzo could say anything else, the phone in his pocket started vibrating wildly. The screen lit up with Natalie's name."Estelle, Natalie… something's happened to her. I have to go check on her. I swear I'll come back right after I'm done. We'll talk this through properly, okay?""Enzo, I'm not going anywhere, and there's nothing to talk about. Go wherever you need to go."He stood there for a moment, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something. In the end, he only looked at me deeply before stumbling out of the studio.I asked Silas to arrange the stamping of the contract and the follow-up process as soon as possible. …After that, I found a hotel, checked in, and took the room key.The room was not big, but it was clean. Outside the window, I could see the rain-soaked stone pavement glistening under the dim light.After closing the door, I leaned back against it a

Camellia's face turned deathly pale. The arrogance she had just displayed vanished without a trace. She grabbed Enzo's shoulder, her nails digging harshly into his suit. "Enzo. Call the family. Get those trending topics suppressed right now. The Beck family cannot end here. Do you hear me?"Enzo slowly brushed her hand away. "Mom, our family has been rotten for a long time. This can't be covered up. This is retribution."He turned to look at me, something like quiet pain flickering in his eyes. "Estelle, all the shares I hold in Beck & Co. will be transferred to you for free starting today. Think of it as my final attempt to make things right. I was blind before, and I failed you. This is what I owe you.""You've lost your mind!" Camellia shrieked, her composure snapping. She spun around, grabbed a heavy ceramic planter from the roadside flowerbed, and raised it with both hands. "I'll kill you. This is all your fault, you shameless wretch!"Her face twisted as she raised the heavy

As for Camellia, she was formally arrested overnight for incitement and financial fraud.The officer in charge of the case called me. "Ms. Blackwood, Camellia Crawford broke down in the interrogation room. She asked us to contact you. She wants to see you and beg for your mercy.""I won't see her. Follow the legal process." I hung up without hesitation.…At eight that evening, my picture book launched across all platforms.Silas told me excitedly in the studio that within just one hour, sales had already shattered industry records. My name had finally secured its place in the illustration world.I stood by the second-floor window, watching the heavy rain pour outside, when suddenly, a sharp screech of brakes came from below.A taxi stopped by the roadside. The door opened, and Enzo was wheeled out in a wheelchair by the driver.He was still wearing a thin hospital gown, his head wrapped in bandages. The hand where the IV had been removed was still bleeding. Having just been pu