The Day I Said I Do
It was only that night, when I accidentally overheard his conversation with his friends, that I was abruptly awakened to reality.
I finally realized that, to Gilbert, this wedding was nothing more than a performance he was putting on for my sake.
At that moment, he suddenly leaned in close, just like he always did, to kiss my forehead.
However, as he approached, I caught a whiff of a familiar freesia scent. That was Cheryl Manning's usual perfume.
The image of Gilbert kissing Cheryl under the night sky earlier flashed through my mind. Instinctively, I turned away from the kiss.
Gilbert froze for a second and asked, "What's wrong?"