I couldn’t blame her disbelief. After all, we had been together for seven years, and I had been proposing to her six times until she agreed.
Marriage had seemed like my obsession.
I opened my mouth to say something more, but before I could, I heard Ayden's voice on the other end of the call.
"Valerie, did you tell him you wanted to get married?"
Valerie quickly denied it.
"No, no! I’d never marry him."
The next moment, the call ended, leaving me cast aside like nothing.
Suddenly, rain poured down, drenching me completely.
The cold water snapped me awake.
My obsession with marriage had finally turned to nothingness.
When I returned home, I found myself feverish, with my throat burning as if on fire.
I took some medicine and fell into a hazy sleep.
In my daze, I seemed to see Valerie.
She gently touched my cheek, her expression completely different from the anger she had shown at the wedding.
When I sat up, she handed me a bag of luxury goods.
"Even though the wedding didn’t happen, you should still have a ring."
I opened the bag to find the receipt still inside—it was newly purchased.
So, she had never planned anything for the wedding beforehand.
I took the ring and slid it onto my finger.