"Only Claire could juggle two men and keep her fiancé completely clueless."
Then someone turned the conversation toward Ryan:
"Claire’s about to get married. Aren’t you going to do anything special?"
Ryan chuckled. "Special? I’ve already stayed in Claire’s condo plenty of times. Every corner is full of our memories. And even if she marries Ethan, I can still drop by whenever I want. After all, Ethan’s my good buddy."
The more they said, the more revolting it became.
I suddenly shot to my feet, startling everyone.
They all turned to look at me as I kept a cold, hard face.
"I’m going to check if the ceremony is ready."
As I walked out, my thoughts swirled with memories of the years Claire and I had spent together.
Back then, she was the one who had pursued me.
She’d seemed gentle, understanding, rarely losing her temper. I’d thought she loved me wholeheartedly.
Over time, I let myself fall deeper and deeper.
I’d originally only come to New York on a short business trip.
But once I fell for Claire, I couldn’t bear to leave—so I stayed.
My family had called me several times, asking me to come back. I refused every time.