He Said
After five years of marriage, I received a wedding invitation from abroad.
The groom is my husband, Arnold Willowstream.
The bride is my younger sister, Yasmine Cooper.
In disbelief, I decide to fly to Ainland and witness the wedding for myself. But the moment I see Arnold holding Yasmine and kissing her deeply, my heart shatters completely.
Fireworks explode in the sky, and glowing words appear above—"Happy Marriage, Mr. Willowstream and Ms. Yasmine."
In that instant, it feels like a blade piercing straight through my chest. Watching them look so happy together, I feel like I'm the one intruding on someone else's marriage.
Love is a game for two—there's no room for a third. If he's already gotten married to someone else, what place do I have left in his life?
Rather than waiting to be pushed out, I choose to walk away on my own and at least keep the last shred of dignity.