I could hear Celine’s breathing growing heavy, her eyes swirling with lust.
She pulled out her phone and sent me a voice message in a tone so sweet it seemed fake. "Kristian, I had a bit too much to drink at the bachelorette party, so I’m staying at my friend's place tonight. Be good and sleep well, and tomorrow, I’ll marry you."
As soon as she finished, she jumped into Liam’s arms, kissing him passionately.
I watched them leave in a hurry, their backs full of impatience. Silent tears streamed down my face, but the pain from the cuts on my face made it so I couldn’t even cry properly.
So this was her kindness.
So this was her love.
I closed my eyes, and memories rushed in like a tidal wave.
Two years ago, when Celine accepted my proposal, her eyes were filled with starlight.
"Kristian, marrying you is my lifelong wish. In this life, I will love only you."
Six months ago, after working late, I prepared a surprise for her birthday.
Celine held me in her arms, concerned. "Fool, you're a thousand times more important than any gift."