In the midst of the noisy crowd, I watched as my fiance passionately kissed his assistant.
I stood there like a fool and watched them make out on stage.
The man up there was my fiance, Jake Stevens.
The woman was his personal assistant, Chloe Xanders.
The emcee, who had been standing awkwardly to the side, quickly directed the spotlight toward me when he noticed my arrival. He was trying to alert the groom.
“Mr. Stevens, the bride is here.”
Jake, however, did not even flinch. Instead, he pulled Chloe behind him to shield her from the prying eyes of the crowd.
And there I was, standing on the stage, enduring the judgmental stares, the whispers, and the ridicule from everyone around.
“I’ve said it all along. Mr. Stevens never liked Lily James. Why else would he humiliate her so openly like this?”
“Lily has no shame. How could she just stand there and take it with so many people watching?”
“She’s such a doormat.”
…
Listening to the whispers around me, my face grew pale. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.
Jake, however, did not even try to restrain himself. Instead, he took Chloe’s hand and casually played with it in his palm.
I stood frozen in place while the murmurs surrounded me. I let my nails leave one hidden mark after another on my skin.
When I did not react, Jake grew impatient.
With one arm wrapped around Chloe, he grabbed the microphone from the emcee with his other hand. He stared at me and said with clear irritation.
“Lily, are you coming over here or not? If you don’t, well then, the wedding will be canceled.”
After saying that, Jake confidently turned back to chat with Chloe without sparing me another glance.
He was sure I would forgive him, just like I had many times before.
He thought I would walk up to him willingly, smile, and go through with the wedding without a fuss.
However, not anymore.
Step by step, I walked toward him with determination. I ignored the whispers and stares from the crowd.
It was just like how he had walked toward me countless times in the past.
