He wanted to stage this carefully crafted betrayal in front of every person I knew, in front of his entire circle? To make me the heroine of a cruel joke?
I pressed down the lump in my throat, forcing my voice into steadiness.
“But… the venue we booked before might not be big enough. It won’t fit so many people.”
At this, Tatum pinched my cheek roughly, pretending it was affection.
“Silly girl, is that even a problem? Leave it to me, I can book a bigger venue at once! I’ll give you the most magnificent wedding, let everyone witness your happiness!”
His smile remained as dazzling as ever, but to me, it carried only a cold chill that seeped into my bones.
I looked at him, then slowly nodded. “Okay.”
Just then, Tatum’s phone rang.
“Zara? What’s the matter? Don’t cry, take your time… Don’t do anything foolish! Wait for me, I’m coming right away, be good!”
He ended the call and hurried toward the door. Then, as if remembering something, he stopped and turned back to me.