I instantly grew furious, wondering if he was naive or simply foolish.
Did he really think he could evade accountability by blocking me as I have all these records?
Within a few days, I received a message about the wedding he and Sandra were hosting.
Alright! He dared to post to me. Xavier thought I didn't dare to go, but I insisted on going.
I dressed up for his wedding and prepared to give him an important and unforgettable gift.
I sat at the main table with aplomb and walked around the room to toast the guests. If they didn't know the detail, they would think Xavier and I were married again.
As he saw how rude and arrogant I was, he began to doubt his own judgment.
After all, when I was with him, the personality I displayed was deliberately trying to be closer to his ideal spouse.
I was gentle and virtuous.
Only when Xavier was absent could I return to my free and unrestrained self.
Sandra was wearing an exquisite wedding dress. She saw me shining in her own territory, and a hint of resentment flashed across her face.
She pretended to fiercely clench her fists, but in reality, she coquettishly pounded on Xavier's chest. "Honey, look at that woman. Why is she so vulgar and impolite?"