"Don’t tell me you’re so broke you can’t even afford a wedding gift. Want us to start a GoFundMe for you?"
Amid their jeers, Sophie tagged me again, pretending to smooth things over:
"I really hope you can come to my wedding and witness my happiness!"
"Since we’re old classmates, I’ll even arrange a nanny job for you when you come."
Then she sent a wedding photo with her groom.
When I saw her groom’s face, I froze.
It was none other than Adrian Hughes—the man who had begged to marry me three years ago.
"Fine, I’ll be there to witness your happy moment!"
Right after I replied to Sophie, I got a message from Adrian:
"Honey, don’t overwork yourself. After your leave, come home and see me."
"I miss you so much."
Because of the nature of my work, I rarely interacted with the outside world.
Even after we got married, Adrian and I were apart more often than we were together.
But he would frequently send messages telling me how much he missed me.
I had always believed he truly loved me.
Now, thinking back, I found it laughable.
I asked my superior for leave, then followed the wedding address Sophie had posted in the group.