Love Vanishes, Emotion Dissipates

As I walked out of the elevator, my legs were trembling, and I searched through each room one by one.

"Bianca, are you here to find Joseph? You've come to the wrong floor. Our private room is downstairs. Come on, I'll take you there."

Joseph's friend Michael Bird pulled me downstairs, looking at me in a panic.

His expression, full of guilt, convinced me even more that the person in the video was indeed Joseph, and Joseph was indeed on this floor.

"Are you sure he's downstairs? Are you not mistaken?" I stared into Michael's eyes and asked.

A trace of panic appeared on his face, and he hurriedly said, "Of course. He is downstairs, and he's drunk. I was just about to call you."

Despite Michael's pulling, I walked quickly to the room at the end of the corridor, which was the only room left I hadn't checked. He followed me nervously.

Through the door, I heard Joseph solemnly promise Holly, "She has had two abortions for me. I'm the only one who will marry her. Don't worry, even if we get married, I can still be with you. Baby, you are the only one in my heart."

I clenched my fists so hard that my fingernails deeply pierced into my flesh. I kicked open the door.

Joseph was calmly tidying his clothes, looking satisfied. When he turned around and saw me, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly pretended to be calm and said, "Bianca, why are you here? I missed your calls."

I pointed at the messy bed and the blushing Holly and asked him, "How do you explain this?"

Holly sat barefoot on the bed, looking at me provocatively.

Michael quickly came up to mediate and said, "Holly came after the dinner party. She got drunk, so Joseph sent her up here to rest. Don't think too much."

Joseph came forward and held my hand, saying, "Bianca, look at us. We have our clothes on. What could happen?"

Ignoring his obstruction, I approached and pulled apart Holly's half-covered clothes, pointing at the hickey on her neck and asking him, "Do I need to go into details?"

Holly looked at Joseph with teary eyes and said, "Joseph, who gives her the right to lay hands on me?"

Joseph slapped me hard on the cheek and shouted at me, "Why are you so paranoid? How dare you lay a hand on Holly? She came all the way here to attend our engagement banquet."

My cheek was burning with pain. I covered my face and asked him, "Am I paranoid? Or have you two been up to something disgraceful?"

I hurriedly stepped forward to search for evidence in the trash can. Holly stretched out her leg and tripped me, and I hit my head on the bathroom door handle, blood streaming down my forehead.

I grabbed the trash can next to me and hit Holly on the head. Several used condoms hung on her head, and some unknown liquid flowed down her face.

"Bianca, you've gone too far. Stop being so unreasonable!" Joseph grabbed my hand and pressed me against the wall. With a loud thud, the back of my head hit the wall hard, and it hurt.

Holly wiped off the fluid on her face and tearfully said to Joseph, "Joseph, I'm so scared. Can you take me away?"

Joseph gently wiped her clean, put his coat on her, and carried her out.

With her in his arms, he stood at the door and said, looking down at me, "Bianca, this is not over. If you don't apologize to Holly, the engagement tomorrow is off. Let's see who will end up being embarrassed."

Joseph knew my sore spot. As an unmarried woman at an advanced age, I had been with him for five years without being acknowledged by him as his girlfriend, and my relatives and friends were not happy about it. If the engagement ceremony was canceled out of the blue, their criticism would ruin me.

Watching Joseph's departing figure, I made up my mind. Even if I had to endure gossip and criticism, I would not go through with this engagement. I didn't want a relationship with stains.