On the morning of my wedding, he was my first guest.
I had thought he wouldn’t come.
I had hoped he wouldn’t come.
I didn’t want my happiness to be a knife twisting in his heart.
Yet there he was, stepping out of the car with a breathtaking smile. I was so caught up staring at him that I nearly forgot he wasn’t alone. A girl had stepped out of the car with him.
As soon as she did, she bent over and dry-heaved onto the sidewalk.
Probably car sick.
He stood there, indifferent. Didn’t ask if she was okay. Didn’t help her.
How could he be so heartless?
I scowled at him. “Why are you just letting her suffer like that?”
“She’ll be fine,” he replied nonchalantly. “It’s gross.”
Unbelievable.
I shot him a glare before going to help the poor girl.
Honestly, I didn’t mind taking care of her, but he should be the one doing it. He was the man. He should be responsible for the person he brought with him.
Maybe my glare worked, because after a moment, he finally sighed, reached into the car, and handed her a pack of tissues.
The girl suddenly stood up and clung onto his arm, her body swaying. I couldn’t tell if it was from car sickness or from wearing heels that were way too high for her.
“Anh, take me inside,” she whined. “I feel awful.”
He peeled her off him without hesitation.
She latched onto him again.
Only when she stood upright did I get a proper look at her.
She was stunning.
Oval-shaped face, rosy cheeks, long lashes, plump lips, a perfectly straight nose, and eyes that sparkled like obsidian.
At her age, most girls would opt for soft, pastel-colored dresses, but she wore a sleek black one instead. Odd choice, but somehow, it worked.
The dark fabric contrasted against her porcelain skin, highlighting her long, slender legs. The look gave her an air of mysterious elegance.
But really, there were plenty of beautiful girls in the world. I had been worrying for nothing.
Sooner or later, he would hold another girl’s hand—one that wasn’t mine.
Would I feel happy for him? Or would it sting?
Humans are selfish creatures, after all.
I wouldn’t be happy, but at the very least, I would feel at peace.
I invited them to sit down and have some tea.
He absentmindedly flipped through my wedding album while the girl kept sneaking chances to lean her head on his shoulder.
Every time, he gently pushed her away.
And every time, she leaned back in.
For some reason, I found it funny.
What was this?
Did she have no shame?
It felt like she was deliberately throwing herself at him, while he was completely uninterested.
At first, I thought she might be someone worth entrusting him to. But the more I watched, the more irritated I became.
No matter what, a person should never lose their dignity.
But then again, it became obvious that they had no real connection.
If that was the case, why did they come here together?
A little while later, the girl asked for the restroom.
I got up to lead her while Vy and Duyên stayed with him.
Even though she annoyed me, I still had to be a good host.
Everyone has their own way of living. I had no right to impose my values onto her. If this was how she wanted to pursue him, then so be it.
But she was going about it all wrong.
Cường was the type of man who was friendly and easygoing—but he never got attached.
The more easily a girl threw herself at him, the less he would respect her.
The more effortless the chase, the less he would cherish her.
My thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly turned to me and asked:
“Are you the one who got the red dress for 300K?”
I blinked in surprise.
She was talking about that dress—the one that was worth 3 million but had a 300K price tag.
I didn’t even have time to answer before she continued.
“You know, I used to hate you.”
Wait… what?
I hadn’t even done anything.
Girls usually liked me.
And I didn’t even know her.
How could she hate me for no reason?
“But now…” She grinned. “I don’t mind you as much.”
…How generous of her.
She probably knew Cường well if she knew about the 300K dress.
But in all the years I had known him, I had never seen her before.
I decided to dig deeper.
“You know me?” I asked. “Who are you to him?”