At the Engagement Party, My Girlfriend Married Her Best Friend

The following week was a whirlwind of activity. I was finally able to complete the project at hand successfully. My superior brought good news, saying that my promotion application would be approved the next day.

I had just finished freshening up and had settled comfortably on the couch when Megan, who had been away for days, finally returned.

She cheerfully opened the door, with Jim trailing behind her, pulling her suitcase.

When she saw me, she appeared calm, as if the unpleasantness of a week ago had never happened.

"Julian, come see what I brought for you!" she said.

She warmly invited Jim to sit down, handed him a cup of coffee, and then crouched beside her suitcase, rummaging through it.

"Jim, sit down and take a break. This past week must've been tiring for you too."

Jim glanced at me with a smug look and exaggeratedly flaunted Megan's care for him. "Megan, you're the best. Even after all these years, you still remember that I only drink this brand of coffee."

Upon hearing this, Megan suddenly paused, looking somewhat guilty as she glanced at me.

But I was still basking in the joy of my impending promotion and couldn't be bothered with Jim's petty provocations.

Seeing my indifferent expression, Megan breathed a sigh of relief but also seemed a bit dissatisfied, her brows furrowing slightly.

My reaction was beyond her expectations. In the past, even when I was angry with her, it never lasted more than three days.

From her perspective, my lack of reaction must have seemed like I was deliberately ignoring her. Otherwise, I would have at least countered Jim's provocation.

Trying to please me, she handed me a LEGO set. "Julian, this is the one you've always wanted. It's been discontinued for a long time. When Jim and I were on our trip, I stumbled upon it and bought it for you..."

She looked at me with big, hopeful eyes, waiting for my praise.

"Thank you. I really like it."

I took the LEGO set, thanked her politely, and then set it aside.

Meghan's eyes were a little red, and she pouted.

Then, as if remembering something, she sat down next to me, holding her phone.

She started flipping through her photo album, showing me one picture after another, while carefully watching my expression out of the corner of her eye.

"Julian, look at the photos I took. Aren't they beautiful?"

I only needed a quick glance to recognize that they had gone to Italy. In one of the photos, Megan was being held by Jim and smiling happily.

All I felt was a deep sense of irony. Of all the places in the world, she chose Italy.

She seemed to anticipate that I would be upset and hastily explained, "Jim suggested the trip to help me get over my bad mood. My two female friends came along too. It wasn't just the two of us..."

But that was the place we had planned to go for our honeymoon after we got married, and she went there with Jim just because she was in a bad mood.

I let out a cold laugh, mocking myself for being such a fool for so many years.

"I get it. You're all friends, and a trip like that is a nice break.

"The photos are beautiful. You two look great together."

She tugged at my sleeve. "Julian, don't say that. Jim and I are just friends..."