A Billion Dollars for Our Eight Years
No one knows that Ingrid Steele, the CEO who's currently talking about how her company bans office romances on the podium, has begged me to do it with her eight times in a row last night.
Her secretary leans in and murmurs into my ear, "I heard that our cold and aloof CEO has plans to reveal her husband's identity recently. Rumors say that she even plans on throwing him an extremely grand wedding just to make it up to him."
Warmth floods my heart at that moment. It's then I decide to make the great news of me winning a billion dollars in the lottery a wedding gift for Ingrid.
Our daughter, Gaby Newman, no longer has to hide anymore in life. The three of us can publicly spend time together as a family now!
The next day, I put on the suit that Ingrid has given me eight years ago. Then, I enter the wedding venue.
As soon as I open the door, I see Ingrid leading her first love, Hank Conley, up the stage. After they exchange rings with each other, they share a sweet kiss in front of everyone in a tight embrace.
In the end, Ingrid tosses her wedding bouquet at the guests. Coincidentally, it lands right in my hands.
Someone next to me gives me a light shove. "What are you waiting for? Give them your blessings already!"
I just clap for the newlyweds while walking toward them.
"Congratulations, you two! I hope that you can live happily ever after and that you'll have a bundle of joy soon! No, make it 108 babies, how about that?"
As soon as my words fall, I turn on my heel and stride away.
As expected, Ingrid doesn't chase after me. She doesn't even bother calling me nor explaining everything to me.