I didn’t say anything. I just lowered my head and took a small sip from the glass of milk in my hands.
Simon let out a quiet sigh of relief, “You didn’t say no, so I’ll take that as a yes… my bride.”
After he left, my phone buzzed with a flood of messages. I stared blankly at the group chat on the phone screen, my face devoid of any expression as my eyes scanned the words.
[Congratulations, Simon and Kelly. You're finally getting married.]
[Congratulations, Simon. You finally have your revenge. I can't wait to see Jane's face when she realizes Simon is getting married to someone else when she arrives at the venue. I bet she’ll collapse on the spot!]
[Honestly, I’m living for that moment. It’ll be epic!]
In the darkness of my room, I quietly sent a message to Chris. [Chris, I’ve booked a flight to the Gaul Nation three days from today. I might need you to come and pick me up from the villa before then.]
If they’re so eager to watch me break down in public, then I would make sure they never get that satisfaction.
The night before the wedding, Simon had someone deliver a wedding dress to the villa, along with a framed photo of the two of them from happier times.