When He Finally Loved the Stand-in of His First Love

When she married Michael,Wendy,like every other girl in love,secretly recorded her joy on her second account.

But those anonymous code names and the heavily coded marriage certificate made it impossible to identify their owners.

“I want you to see with your own eyes who Michael will choose.”Madison brushed past her,her voice soft,like a venomous snake’s tongue.

Though the sky was clear,Wendy felt completely numb.

Subtle gazes formed a dense web around her and before she could even stand,the screen lit up again.

The pinned“moon”avatar flickered.It was Michael calling.

“Hey…”

“Wendy!Did I ever tell you we were in a secret marriage?Why are you still posting these things on your second account?”

The gentleness of the past turned into sharp interrogation.Wendy remained silent for a long moment,then suddenly chuckled softly.

“But they’re not wrong,right?Michael,aren’t we husband and wife?”

The desperate,hollow voice gave Michael a pause.

“It was you who proposed to me back then...Tell me,from the beginning to the end,where was I wrong?”

Her only mistake was misjudging him,assuming Michael had feelings for her.

Michael’s breathing hitched slightly,his tone slowed,but he remained firm.

“I told you,keeping it a secret for now is for our own good.Wendy,I’m already with you.What’s the big deal whether others know about it?Can’t you just hold it in for a little longer?”

Without waiting for her to reply,he added hastily,“I’m filming on location for the next two days,so I won’t be back.I’ll handle this matter.We’ll talk when I get back.”

Wait?Wendy repeated softly,smiling and shaking her head.

No,she would never wait again.

Because just now,she had received a text message:[Hello,your divorce application has been processed.Please come to the front desk of the City Hall to receive your divorce certificate.]

Wendy staggered to her feet,ignoring the whispers and took a taxi straight to the City Hall.

Back in the home she had devoted three years of her love to,Wendy placed Michael’s divorce certificate on the coffee table.In the bedroom,a well-packed suitcase sat quietly in the corner,a long-planned farewell.

While waiting for the taxi downstairs,a giant advertising screen on the nearby skyscraper played Michael’s live interview.

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suitcase,sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed,his posture elegant and calm.

“You look particularly good today,Mr.Greenwood,”the host said,smiling as he passed the microphone over.“It seems those rumors about your secret marriage are groundless.”

That unparalleled handsome face was truly captivating at any moment.He smiled faintly,his tone polite yet perfectly restrained.

“It’s indeed a rumor.My fans would probably prefer I focus on my career,right?”

The audience erupted in applause and screams.

Wendy withdrew her gaze and opened the car door.

“To the airport.”

The roar of the engine drowned out the host’s next question on the screen.“So,about you and Miss Madison…”

The car sped away,crushing the once false warmth and clamorous drama into dust.

After deleting everything about Michael,Wendy leaned back in her chair and slowly closed her eyes.

Michael,from now on,we’ll be on a long road together—We’ll never see each other again.