I ignored him. A cold, humorless smile appeared as an image flashed in my mind: the boy from five years ago, before his memory was gone, holding this same dress and begging me in a trembling voice to accept it.
The moment I returned to my senses, Tracy suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground.
“Felix, my waist… it hurts… Was it the wedding dress I tried earlier? I must be allergic. Someone must have wanted to harm me… but I know it wasn’t Ulyssa…”
The more she cried, the worse she sounded, tears falling one after another, her voice so weak it could break any moment.
Felix panicked immediately. He rushed over and lifted her into his arms, his voice filled with fury and accusation.
“Ulyssa, how dare you lay a hand on Tracy? You really have some nerve!”
He shouted while dialing the emergency number.
As he passed by me, he slammed his shoulder hard into mine.
“Ulyssa, you really are something. When I come back, I’ll deal with you.”
“It wasn’t me.”
My voice was cold.
But it only earned an angrier shout from him.
“Who else could it be? The dress was in your hands the whole time, and you’re still denying it? Do you have no conscience at all?”
My patience snapped. My tone turned even colder.