A Heart Sent from Afar to My Love

Ashlyn’s heart felt as though it were being pierced repeatedly, the sharp pain constricting her chest and stealing her breath. Her eyes blurred with unshed tears.

"Dear husband, I’ve been your loyal fan for six years and today, my dream of marrying you has finally come true. Can we take a photo together?"

Eve spoke in a voice so delicate and coy that it seemed even softer than her slender waist. Her gaze brimmed with affection, radiating a charm that left the female fans in the audience blushing with envy and admiration.

Davis secretly swallowed.

The proportions of her waist and hips, measuring 84 centimeters, truly embodied the golden ratio. This woman possessed a flawless waist and sex appeal.

The last time she wore the rabbit girl costume, it left him craving more. And now, the wedding dress she donned on stage stirred an undeniable heat within him.

It was not in vain that he had personally chosen this wedding dress for her. If given the chance, he thought, he would love to see her wear it again and call him "husband" through the night at home.

Anyway, Ashlyn would not be back anytime soon.

During the group photo, Davis discreetly raised an eyebrow at Eve. He thought he did everything extremely carefully, but Ashlyn saw that subtle move in his eyes.

Ridiculous.

He could flirt so brazenly, right in front of her? How impatient could he be?

She wanted to storm the stage and slap Davis across the face twice for good measure. But thinking of the plans she had carefully laid out, Ashlyn forced herself to take a deep breath to calm down.

At that moment, her phone suddenly lit up.

[I’m really sorry to put on a wedding dress and marry him before you could and for you to see us together with your own eyes.]

[He said he loves my waist. Do you know how hard it is for me to work out every day? Unlike you, what man would love a woman with an ugly butt!]

The wedding photos taken on stage a minute ago now appeared on Ashlyn's phone screen.

Their expressions were filled with affection, just like a real couple.

[Are you curious how I recognized you?]

[I saw the pair of cups in your kitchen. If you can’t bear it, just take them away. Why change them to an avatar? I didn’t want to recognize you, but I’m too smart for my own good, so what should I do?]

[Guess what the pair of cups were used for later?]

Ashlyn’s breath caught and an ache spread through her chest.

[Of course, cups are used to hold drinks.]

Soon, Eve sent another photo. She held up the cup and pretended to take a sip. Her provocative eyes glinted with smug satisfaction, though the cup was clearly empty.

[Miss, is he like this when he’s with you? Has he ever called you baby so gently, too?]

Ashlyn’s hands trembled so violently that her phone slipped from her grip and hot tears streamed down her face.

Davis Miller, you truly deserve the worst fate imaginable.

"I now invite the last bride to the stage!"

As the event neared its conclusion, an unusual girl stepped forward.

Her wedding dress was plain and inexpensive. Her makeup was minimal, almost amateur and much of her face was obscured by a black mask. A blue peaked cap sat low on her forehead.

"The gift I’ve prepared for my husband is... a doll."

She pulled away the red cloth draped over the object in her hands, unveiling a meticulously crafted doll.

"There’s a child inside the doll’s belly. And this child is yours."

The words were spoken so quietly that only Davis could hear them.

Davis was instantly stunned. The next second, the girl opened the doll’s belly, revealing a glass vial nestled within. The liquid inside was clear and floating in it was an embryo, no larger than a lentil.

The reveal took mere seconds, but it was just long enough for fans seated in the front row to catch a clear glimpse.

Davis’s face turned ashen, the smile he had so carefully maintained stiffening.

"This has to be a prank! What did she bring up there?"

"W-What? Is this some anti-fan stunt?"

Without a word, the girl thrust the doll into Davis’s arms and turned to leave the stage.

Before the crowd could fully process what had happened, she dashed toward the nearest exit and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The child is yours…