The Wedding He Never Noticed
This time, I let it ring, like a nuisance call.
A few minutes later, the call ended, and the room returned to its initial silence.
Looking at Anya's tweet, I felt no sting, no burning anger.
If I had to feel anything, it was a sense of absurdity.
Their wedding and my wedding were on the same day; I didn't know if it was coincidence or fate.
That night, when Ted finally came home, I was already in bed, eyes closed, breathing steadily—pretending to be asleep.
He moved quietly through the room, his steps measured and alert—so unlike the arrogance he usually wore so easily as the heir to a powerful family.