"Why else would she come to this bridal shop instead of anywhere else? She's here to parade around in front of me. She's stalking me."
"Just wait. Give it a few days, and she'll come crawling back."
After we left the shop, Luke noticed my silence. That pained look crept back into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Elena."
"Do you blame me? If it weren't for that bet... maybe things between you and Andrew wouldn't have ended up like this."
"And now he's marrying Sophie."
His voice was heavy with guilt.
I forced a casual shrug. "It's all in the past."
"Even without the bet, Andrew would still treat me the same way."
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
"After all, the ways he's wronged me go far beyond this."
Luke's expression turned serious. He took my hand. "What else?"
What else...
I let out a soft, hollow laugh. "For example, six months ago, he listed me on a secondhand marketplace. Priced at $9.90."
Back then, Sophie deliberately posted a video to provoke me. I couldn't hold back—I slapped her right across the face.
That same night, she ran crying to Andrew.
To avenge his precious mistress, he listed me on a resale website the very next day.