“As long as she’s happy. I’d do anything for Laurel. I’d even die for her,” Brian replied, his voice filled with sadness. Longing was also evident in his tone.
It turned out that his struggle to win me over all this time was just a façade. He didn’t really want to be with me; he only wanted to be close to Laurel, making sure she was always happy through me.
My heart broke into a thousand pieces. That night, I decided to disappear from this world.
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“So don’t let your people tell Angela anything about me and Laurel,” Brian ordered in a confident tone.
“They wouldn’t dare let slip even a word about Laurel in front of Angela,” someone replied.
I froze at the doorway, gripping the thermos tightly in my hands. Tomorrow was supposed to be our engagement party. Just three hours ago, Brian had called, claiming he was busy with work and told me to get an early night. Feeling sorry for him, I decided to surprise him with a warm bowl of soup I’d made. The surprise I had prepared for him backfired, hurting me deeply.
Everything I thought we had together—our love, our happiness—was nothing more than an illusion Brian had created for me.