The wedding dress he once begged me to accept had now become evidence that I was desperate to marry him.
He really knew how to twist the truth.
I let out a soft laugh, which made him even angrier.
“Ulyssa, are you deaf? I told you to apologize!”
“And you still dare laugh? The only reason I agreed to marry you was because you chased me for five years. I pitied you!”
“You dared hurt Tracy? I’m warning you, I can cancel this wedding any time!”
He was roaring, veins bulging, and I answered in a calm voice.
“Then cancel it.”
The air froze. He stared at me in disbelief.
“What did you say?!”
I kept the same cold smile and repeated every word clearly.
He was about to explode, but suddenly paused as if something clicked. A knowing expression appeared on his face.
“Ulyssa, even jealousy has limits.”
“Tracy is my foster sister. No matter how much you like me, you shouldn’t take it out on her.”
His tone was the same as speaking to a pet, full of patronizing pity, convinced I was hopelessly devoted to him.
I only looked at him calmly.
I would be leaving for good soon, so I no longer cared to argue.
Morning light crept in. The rash on Tracy’s skin had already disappeared.