When My Groom Marries Another

I immediately stopped packing and snapped my head toward Henry. I felt angry and confused. "How am I vile and shameless?" I demanded.

When he chose to be with Yvette, I accepted the situation as it was and didn't even try to stop him. How dare he call me names!

"Explain yourself, Henry!"

Henry suddenly glared at me with seething hatred.

"Let me just ask you this, Natasha. Why on earth did my dad show up the night of Yvette's birthday ten years ago? If you didn't tell him, who did?"

When Henry's behavior started getting worse, I tried my hardest to talk some sense into him. Initially, he claimed that he occasionally acted out because he was bored with his high school life. As time went on, he became annoyed by my constant nagging.

He said that I was too clingy and that it made him feel disgusted. To drive me away, he kissed Yvette in public and claimed that she was his girlfriend. Then, he told me not to bother him ever again.

Heartbroken, I chose to give up on him.

Despite everything, I had never told his father what happened back then. I only discovered that Yvette had been sent out of the country the following day. I didn't know that Henry had assumed that I was the one who told on him.

Still, if he had been harboring these suspicions all this while, why did he choose to date me for many years?

"It's okay, Henry. It's been ten years, after all. There's no point in bringing everything up now," said Yvette. "Natasha probably acted out of love. You can't blame her for wanting what's best for you."

I had a powerful urge to slap Yvette across the face. It was just as I expected. She was the one who had been telling Henry all these lies about me.

She shot me a look full of hostility and provocation, her words coming out fake and insincere.

"Please don't take Henry's words to heart, Natasha. This is all my fault. I just missed him so much. If I hadn't come all the way here just to see him, the both of you would probably be married by now," she cried.

"I should never have returned. I should just go. I won't ever bother the two of you again." She shrugged off Henry's hand and turned to leave.

Shocked, Henry immediately dashed forward and grabbed onto her hand.

"You can't leave," he said. "The one that should be leaving is Natasha. She's the one that tore us apart!"

I couldn't believe it. The boy I loved since we were kids wholeheartedly trusted Yvette's claims. He actually believed that I was a terrible person.

I wasted 14 years of my time and effort on this man. Unwilling to defend myself further, I turned around and continued packing up my clothes.

"I'll go. I'm about to sell off the house anyway," I said emotionlessly.

Henry froze. He whipped his head around to look at me. He looked shocked and angry at the same time.

"What are you talking about? Is that a threat?" he snapped. "Do you think we have nowhere else to go? I'm a manager of the company, Natasha. I'm due for a promotion soon as well. I have tons of money coming my way."

He continued, "I grew sick of this shabby house long ago. If you want to break up, that's fine by me. In the future, I won't take you back even if you get on your knees and beg."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you think the company would still consider your promotion after everything you've done? Please don't be so shameless."

My words seemed to have struck a nerve. Humiliated, Henry jabbed a finger at me and started yelling furiously.

"Who are you calling shameless, Natasha?" he barked. "If you weren't such a tattletale back then, I wouldn't have had to part ways with Yvette for an entire decade. Maybe if we had stayed together, she wouldn't have developed a terminal disease. This is all your fault!"

I scoffed. Nothing I said would have mattered at that point. If he claimed that I was at fault, then so be it. After the day was over, I never wanted to see his face ever again. His business would no longer concern me at that point.

I didn't even step out the door when Yvette suddenly started retching.

Patting her back, Henry asked worriedly, "Is it the morning sickness again? Let's go sit down in the living room. I'll get you a glass of water."

Yvette was pregnant?