The memories of the past blended with the scene in front of me, leaving me utterly exhausted. I should have let go a long time ago.
I turned and walked away, but Willard's gentle voice followed me from behind. "She's probably just dealing with pre-wedding jitters. You're above this, don't stoop to her level."
How considerate of him, even preparing excuses for me.
Through the glass display window, I saw him tenderly holding Jolene's hand, leading her to that exorbitantly priced crystal chandelier. The sight was so blinding I couldn't bear to watch.
That evening, Willard sent me a voice message. "Cynthia, stop throwing a tantrum. I'm out here working hard every day, only to come home to your cold shoulder. This really hurts me."
"We're about to become family. I hope you can understand."
His voice sounded slightly slurred and he kept rambling on afterward, but I didn't want to listen anymore.
He was the hardest-working, the one most in need of understanding. So, I'd make him happy by granting his wish.