Stanley hurriedly came in from the door and saw the scene in front of him. His face suddenly darkened.
"Charles, your wife is standing in front of you. Is it inappropriate for you to hold my fiancée in your arms?"
Sally immediately let go of her hand. A hurt look flashed in Charles's eyes.
"You still know that Sally is your fiancée? Then why are you sending messages to another woman in the middle of the night? It was you who repeatedly swore to me that you would take good care of her, so I entrusted Sally to you. But how did you do it? Now you still have the nerve to question me?"
After finishing speaking, Sally suddenly raised her eyes to look at me, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Jessica, I know you have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, but since you have already agreed to Charles's proposal, why are you still entangled with Stanley?"
I was stunned for a moment and then I remembered that I had sent him a wedding invitation.
Just as I was about to speak, Charles's reproachful gaze stung me.
"You don't believe me?"
He didn't respond to my words, but the disgust in his eyes became deeper and deeper. In an instant, all my unspoken grievances were swallowed back.