On the Wedding Day, The Fiancé Proposed to His Mistress

She appeared so generous, making me look like the petty one.

"What could I possibly blame him for? You are overthinking it. I have work to do, so I will head out."

I wiped my mouth, got up, and grabbed my bag to leave.

"Why are you leaving? Are you jealous because Jaylon made a wedding dress for Nadia?"

Someone suddenly said, his tone full of disdain.

Nadia seized the moment and quickly added, "Is that what it is, Aurora? Please do not be mad. I was just feeling down after breaking up with my ex that day. I did not mean anything else."

But Jaylon was unhappy. "Aurora, it was just a wedding dress, and you are upset again? Why do you always have that same bad temper?"

The atmosphere in the room grew tense. Everyone was watching us, their eyes shifting between Jaylon and me.

Behind him, Nadia had a look of quiet satisfaction, like the victor of the night.

I found it laughable. Why were they treating me like the one in the wrong? But they were the ones who had crossed the line.

Time after time, Jaylon never acknowledged his mistakes.

Just like before, when he hurt me, he would conveniently forget all about it and go on acting like nothing had happened.

I shook my head with a smile, completely indifferent. "I am not upset. The wedding dress is beautiful and suits her perfectly. You two should be together."

With that, I grabbed my bag and walked out.

Just as I was stepping outside, I overheard Nadia barely suppress her delight. "Jaylon, you should go talk to Aurora. I think she has misunderstood something."

"Why should I care? She is getting too big for her britches."

His words pierced me like thorns, leaving my heart raw and bloodied.

How shameless had I been before, allowing him to hurt me like this so blatantly?

I wandered down the street, the cold wind harsh against my face.

But my heart hurt far worse than anything else.

A loud bang rang out, and the night sky exploded into fireworks. Couples passing by stopped to admire them, looking blissfully in love.

For a moment, I saw a reflection of the way Jaylon and I had once been. Back then, we only had eyes for each other, with no room for anyone else.

But when had things become so hopeless?

Tears blurred my vision, and I stopped at a stall to buy a lollipop.

When I took a bite, all I could taste was bitterness.

I remembered how, back when Jaylon and I used to eat them together, he would scold me for having bad teeth and tell me not to eat too many sweets. Back then, the lollipop was so sweet.

Had my sense of taste changed?

I stood there in a daze, unsure if I should keep eating.

But the couple beside me shared their lollipops, taking turns with each bite, laughing happily together.

It seemed the problem was me. I smiled bitterly to myself.

With nothing left to see, I went home. As soon as I opened the door, Jaylon's calls bombarded me. He seemed incredibly displeased.

I had no interest in responding and went about my business. Even into the early hours of the morning, he did not stop.

Before I went to bed, he sent one final message that felt like an ultimatum. "That dinner tonight was unpleasant. Find a time for us to eat together, and apologize to them."

I swiped away his message and opened my social media. Sure enough, I saw that Nadia had just posted a new picture.

It showed her sitting on a chair, changing her shoes, while a pair of large hands gently supported her feet as though handling a treasure.

The slender, strong fingers bore a scar. No one knew better than me that those hands belonged to Jaylon. The scar was from when he had once cooked for me.

Her caption read: [I never thought someone would still treat me like a child even after I've grown up. Thank you to my personal designer!]

I raised an eyebrow and replied with a smirk: [Congratulations! How wonderful for you.]