I Needed Him But He Stood Me Up

The phone was turned off at that moment.

It was minus ten degrees outside, and my fingers were so stiff that I couldn't straighten them.

If I don't leave here, without water and electricity, I will die.

Knowing that there was still a bit of gas in my car's tank, I opened the car, let my phone charge a little, and then called my best friend.

My best friend said they would send someone to drive over immediately.

Half an hour later, my best friend sent a snowplow and an off-road vehicle.

In this way, I drove the snowplow in front and the off-road vehicle behind. Finally, at 10:30 PM, I managed to drive 20 to 30 miles to get home.

When Clyde saw me returning, his face hardened. He waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to block me at the door.

"Angela, you didn’t understand what I told you, did you? Why do you keep coming to disturb me and Betty?"

Clyde’s cold eyes made me want to turn around and get on the off-road vehicle and leave. But all the supplies stored here for the heavy snow were bought by me, and my dowry is also here. Why should I leave?

I’ve taken care of him for ten years. Does he really want to drive me out during this natural disaster of heavy snow? I looked at Clyde sadly and asked in a trembling voice,

"Clyde, this is the nearest place I can get warm. I haven’t eaten in twelve hours and I’m close to hypothermia. Do you really want me to die outside?"

Clyde looked at me, my whole body trembling, then waved his hand, motioning for the bodyguards to leave.

"Forget it. You can go to the nanny’s room on the first floor to sleep."

"The second floor is my and Betty’s private pre-wedding love space for this week. Don’t disturb us, or the marriage will be canceled."

I looked at Clyde’s straight back and walked upstairs to charge my phone.

After the heavy snow stops, I will book a flight and leave without hesitation.

I always thought that it was my ten years of pursuit that made Clyde agree to be with me, but I didn’t expect that he still saw marrying me as a hellish life to fulfill his parents’ marriage agreement.

If that’s the case, I would rather let go. I don’t want to be the cause of his pain.

After charging, I went to my bedroom upstairs to gather my things.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Clyde hugging Betty, taking wedding photos in the wedding room I carefully prepared.

The wedding dress Betty wore was designed and made by my mother, who is a fashion designer.

The set of jewelry she wore was a green jadeite passed down from my grandmother's ancestors. My grandmother gave it to me when I got engaged, intending it to be a treasured piece for a lifetime.

It was my grandmother’s love for me. I rushed to Betty.

"Why are you touching my things without my consent?"

Betty looked like a frightened little white rabbit, shrinking in Clyde’s arms, her eyes filled with tears that dripped down onto Clyde’s suit.

This suit was a high-end piece I had made in my mother’s studio, carefully crafted stitch by stitch as I followed my mother’s guidance.

Clyde hugged Betty tightly, wiping her tears with his sleeve, and looked at me with reproachful eyes.

"Angela, it’s just a wedding dress. Why are you acting like this? Betty just wants to take a wedding photo with me before we leave."

"After all, you did get the marriage certificate with me, didn’t you?"

Betty nestled closer to Clyde, nodding sadly.

"Angela, don’t blame Clyde. I’ve never worn such a beautiful wedding dress. If I can’t marry Clyde, I may never marry in my life again. I may never wear a wedding dress again."

"So, I couldn’t help but cry when I saw it. Clyde was so kind to let me wear it and take wedding photos with him."