language for me. I didn’t miss the envious glint in the designer’s eyes as Wales caressed my shoulder with a smile. “Do you like it, darling?”
I looked around the room. I couldn’t deny that the house fit my previous image of a dream home perfectly.
When we were dating, I had once told Wales that I wanted massive floor-to-ceiling windows in the house. I wanted to be able to stand at the windows and admire the blooming tulips in the yard outside.
Wales had remembered everything I told him and had made my wishes a reality. Unfortunately, he had forgotten something crucial. No matter how perfect the house was, now that I had lost his love, the house would remain just that—a house instead of a home.
“Joey, I’ve reserved this wall for our photos. We’ll take a photo somewhere in the house every Christmas and hang it up on this wall. It’ll be our tradition until we grow old.”
I met Wales’ gaze and saw how his eyes were filled to the brim with love. My heart clenched painfully, and I almost wanted to ask him why he chose to be unfaithful. However, I managed to suppress my sorrow at the last moment.
I signed, “Will your love for me last forever?”
Wales rushed to sign back as if he was afraid I would misunderstand if he took his time to respond. “You’re the woman I chose. I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
I turned my head away, not wanting to look at his traitorous face. He had already betrayed our promise, and yet, he could still lie to my face so easily.
The sound of a ringing phone cut Wales’ passionate confession short. He picked up the phone while shooting me a smile. A flash of desire flickered in his eyes as he murmured, “Don’t rush me. I’ll be there soon to spoil you, my bunny.”
He pretended that nothing was amiss after ending the call. He apologized, explaining that something urgent had come up at the company that he needed to handle. He told me to tell the designer if there was anything about the house that I wasn’t satisfied with.
Assuming I couldn’t hear him, Wales had flirted with Anna right in front of my face. I barked out a self-deprecating laugh. When the designer asked me if there was anything I wanted to change, I shook my head.
As the driver chauffeured me away from the house, I thought to myself that I wouldn’t be able to watch the tulips in the yard blossom.
My plan was to leave on the day of the wedding while my corpse took my place on the altar. Naturally, I wouldn’t move into this house after that. What the house ended up looking like after the renovations would have nothing to do with me.
