The Wedding That Ended Us

The Diary That Revealed Everything

Panic flashed across Blake's eyes, but he quickly composed himself and replaced it with confusion. "You're doubting me? Noelle and I grew up together. We've known each other so long that we just sometimes forget our boundaries. It's not what you think."

Even now, he still refused to admit it.

Thinking back carefully, the signs had been there all along. Ever since I started dating Blake, no matter where we went, it was always the three of us together.

He could never remember my birthday, yet every year at midnight, he never failed to send Noelle birthday wishes right on time. I could not eat spicy food, but every dish he ordered was loaded with chili because Noelle liked it.

Whenever Noelle got her period, he would immediately give her time off work. When I was in so much pain that I nearly slammed into walls, he merely told me to "tough it out" and reminded me not to be late for meetings.

Noelle and I had both stayed by Blake's side while he built the company from scratch. However, after the company went public, Noelle's salary became twice mine.

It wasn't like I had never argued or gotten jealous before.

Blake always used the same excuse. "Noelle and I have known each other for years, and she's your friend too. I can't treat her unfairly."

Friends? The way he looked at her was gentler than the way he had ever looked at me.

…

Blake told me to go home first and calm down before dragging me away from the venue. But after driving me back to the apartment, he immediately left again.

Before leaving, he said, "Noelle already feels terrible getting dumped just before her wedding. What you said earlier upset her so badly it affected the baby. I'm going to check on her for you."

His entire focus was on Noelle.

He never once considered how I felt at that moment.

…

After getting home, I stumbled upon a diary. Every single page had a plane ticket attached to it—tickets from Blake flying to Haverland, and below them were handwritten notes from him.

"Noelle got transferred to the overseas branch. Got to go see her and make sure she's okay."

"Business trip to Haverland. Stayed for three days, but honestly, I just wanted to see her."

I flipped to the page dated on our third anniversary. When I read the entry, my tears finally broke free.

"I struggled with it for a long time, but I ultimately confessed my love for her. Turns out she liked me too. I didn't want to lose her. Noelle couldn't bear seeing Dawn heartbroken, so she told me not to break up with her. I agreed.

"She finally slept with me tonight. Compared to Dawn, my body seems to like her more."

…

That day, I had called Blake more than ten times. He rejected every single call.

In the end, he only sent me one cold message. "Busy. Stop bothering me."

So, that was what he had been busy with—sleeping with my best friend and his so-called "dear friend."

I flipped to the final page of the diary. The entry had been written only a few days ago.

"Noelle's pregnant. How dare she marry some random guy? No way I'm letting her go!"

Tucked inside the diary was a pregnancy test report, and under the father's name, "Blake Keller" was clearly written.

My fingers trembled violently as I gripped the paper tighter.

…

The day Blake found out Noelle was pregnant, he immediately flew to Haverland. He had even deliberately approved leave for me, asking me to care for Noelle there and also help her plan the wedding.

And that "jerk" who abandoned her at the altar?

Blake drove him away himself. He was adamant about making Noelle his wife.

My phone suddenly rang. It was my mother calling again to urge me about the wedding. "Dawn, when are you and Blake returning to the country? The whole family's waiting to attend the wedding!"

"Mom, I'm not marrying Blake." Before she could start yelling, I continued calmly, "Don't worry. The wedding will still happen as planned."

It was just that the groom would be someone else.