He sighed, his voice filled with what sounded like genuine regret. "I can’t just stand by and watch that happen. What’s more, the villagers already think I’m Lucy’s boyfriend. If I don’t marry her, her reputation will be ruined."
My heart ached and tears rolled down my face. "And what about me?"
Gregory frowned, straightening his back. "Rosalie, you’re being selfish. Right now, Lucy needs me more than you do."
He continued, tone calm but dismissive, "I’m not abandoning you. I’m just giving Lucy a wedding."
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
He betrayed me, hurt me and still had the audacity to paint me as the selfish one.
Had he forgotten why he had proposed to me so hastily earlier this year?
It was because my grandmother, nearing the end of her life, had wanted to see me in a wedding dress before she passed.
Gregory had knelt before me then, promising my grandmother that he would cherish me for the rest of my life.
The wedding date was set, the dress chosen and the invitations sent. Yet it wasn’t my wedding.
That evening, Lucy brought me tea, her expression dripping with mockery.
"Rosalie, even if your family is wealthier than mine, what does it matter? Brother Gregory still chose me."