“I said it wasn’t me. Felix, are you incapable of understanding human speech?”
The moment the words left my mouth, Tracy let out another sharp cry of pain in his arms.
“Felix, it hurts… don’t blame Ulyssa. She didn’t mean to…”
Felix never wanted to hear my explanation. He shot me a vicious glare and carried Tracy away.
Mocking laughter burst out around me immediately.
“The real bride isn’t even as valued as the foster sister. No wonder she had to throw herself at him.”
“Bride? She can’t even keep the groom’s attention. Even when she begs, nobody wants her.”
Every word hit like a thorn, but I didn’t even bother lifting my eyelids. I simply sat back down.
As the noise faded, I had just finished eating when my phone buzzed.
An anonymous account sent a message.
“Oh dear, sorry Ulyssa. I’m a little allergic to outdated wedding dress styles. Forgot to tell you.”
“Your favorite dress… it must already be in the trash by now, right? A five year old design, carrying your devotion to Felix… sigh, my apologies.”
Every sentence dripped with mockery.
It was obviously Tracy.
I was about to reply when Felix’s name flashed across my screen.
The ringtone felt like the continuation of this ridiculous play.