One month before my wedding with Adrian, he received a call from Ace.
On the other side of the phone, she cried tearfully, telling him about all kinds of misfortunes since she got married, as well as the fact that she had accidentally killed her husband when she had suffered domestic violence.
Adrian frowned, his face growing darker, completely ignoring how our wedding invitation had been deformed by his tightly clenched fist.
I knew that was a sign that he cared about someone.
His voice trembled slightly and said, "Ace, wait for me where you are."
Adrian stood up, and I hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Are you really going? Can't you send your assistant?"
Adrian withdrew his hand and gently kissed my forehead.
"Be good, I'll be back soon."
A while later?
In my memory, whenever Ace called Adrian, he would rush over, sometimes even disappearing for days.
Every time I called him, he would say that he was having a meeting at the company.
I knew, he was with Ace.
He probably loved me, as long as Ace didn't show up.
In the past, I could turn a blind eye to it, but now we are getting married.
I stood up and picked up my jacket.
"I'll go with you."