Taking a deep breath and holding back the tears welling in my eyes, I forced a light laugh, "Mom, you're right. Marrying the right person is far easier for happiness than marrying for love. Give me a week. I'll wrap things up here and come back to get married."
The sound of the door opening reached me and Kendrick walked in and asked, "Marriage? Who's getting married?"
"My childhood friend." I lied casually.
Kendrick hung up his coat, turned around and pulled me into his arms. His warm kiss landed on me. "Your childhood friend? The bride isn't you, right?" he raised an eyebrow at me teasingly.
Yes, Kendrick, it's me. I forced a smile and turned my face away, pushing him back, "Don't. I'm not feeling well today."
"As you wish, honey. After all, we're getting married soon, it doesn't have to be now." Kendrick pinched my chin and turned to the study.
I let out a bitter laugh. Not anymore, Kendrick. We will never get married.
A buzz from my phone notified me of a new message. I glanced at it, it was a post from Nikki: [Had a fight with my fiancé. Feeling so empty, so lonely. Anyone want to keep me company?]