“You don’t understand. These two women are like flesh growing on the tip of my heart. To cut away either one would be like cutting away my life. Isn’t this situation perfect as it is?”
His tone even carried a hint of intoxicated satisfaction.
Conrad fell silent for a while before sighing heavily. “Ah, I fear you’ll play with fire and end up losing them both, left with nothing.”
The words struck Tatum’s sore spot, and his voice flared with anger. “Stop cursing me. And remember, keep your mouth shut!”
I could no longer bear to listen. Supporting myself against the wall, I forced my body to move stiffly away.
So the wedding I had spent three months preparing was nothing more than a staged performance.
What did he take me for?
The years of love lodged in my throat, neither able to be swallowed nor spat out.
A while later, Tatum returned. He naturally came over and wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Adeline, you’re just in time. I reviewed the guest list again. I think we can invite even more people! Besides both families, let’s add old colleagues and classmates too, make it lively! Oh, and I plan to invite the entire company!”
My eyes trembled, my heart sinking into horror.