When the Love for Him Fades Away

Samuel hated me so much. He only called me an old woman because I was seven years older than him.

Not only he tortured me, but also allowed his friends to be rude to me. It was because his drunk friend made him call me “Cathy."

I used to work closely with his father as his secretary and his father often called me “Cathy."

At first, everyone thought I would marry...

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"Hey," The woman lifted her calf slightly and her white foot rested on my knee.

She tilted her head drunkenly, her eyes blurred.

The lights were dim and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

I felt no ripples in my heart, I just felt funny. It was so funny that he was having an affair with such a promiscuous woman.

She felt bored and wanted to pull her legs back, but I grabbed her ankles. Her ankle was slender, seeming like it could snap with just a little force.

My heart was pounding like a drum, but I forced myself to remain calm. "Are you sober now? You'd better recognize who I am.”

I couldn't afford to panic at this moment. I let go of her hand and added, "You had quite the nerve to get involved with my fiancé on the eve of my wedding."

The woman's pupils constantly dilated, her face visibly flushing red. But she only felt momentarily ashamed before changing her attitude. She spoke contemptuously, with a strange sense of superiority, "How come I didn't know Samuel was getting married?"

She leaned close to my cheek, provoking me with a direct stare, "I remember now, you're that old woman. If you can't hold onto your man before marriage, what will you do after getting married?"

I didn't answer and instead raised my hand, slapping her hard.

The force of the slap turned her head to the side and my fingers were trembling.

"Oh, did I hit a nerve?"

Just as she was about to hit back, a third person, who had been silent until now, got up from the bed.

The man grabbed a shirt and draped it over his bare body. Then, he seized the woman's wrist as she tried to retaliate and forcefully flung her hand away.

"Wina, stop messing around." He called her Wina.

I'd heard her name before. She was his new love, as young as him, with a face full of collagen.

What about me? What was I to him if I'm bound by marriage?

I suppressed my anger, tears already filling my eyes.

Before she left, the woman deliberately left her underwear on the messy bed. The black lace almost burned my eyes.

After she left, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and my voice couldn't help but choke up. "Samuel, why are you treating me like this? Why are you deliberately humiliating me at this critical moment?"

The man leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigarette between his fingers. Through the swirling smoke, he half-squinted at me, "So, are we still getting married? Do you still want to marry someone like me?"

He did it on purpose, provoking me at this moment.

I clenched my teeth, deliberately steadying my ragged breathing. "Yes."

My clenched fingers had already dug into my flesh.

After hearing my answer, he let out a long sigh. Then, the quiet room suddenly erupted with wild laughter.

He laughed so hard that he shook, tears streaming down his face like a madman.

Samuel extinguished his cigarette with his bare hands and then spread his hands. "Then why bother asking why I treat you this way?"

He smirked, his eyes fixed on me. "The answer is obvious, because you're cheap. You're so cheap that I can't even get rid of you."

Looking at the unfamiliar man in front of me, who was now so desolate and hostile, I couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness. He wasn't like this before.

I had watched him step by step toward the abyss and I had always believed that he would change back, that he would see my sincerity.

In a daze, the urgent knocking on the door pulled me back to reality.

Seeing me stunned, Samuel seemed to feel a twinge of pity. He stretched out his long legs and actively put on his pants.

He got out of bed and walked towards the door, his tone indifferent, "I'm coming, stop knocking."

I hurriedly wiped away my tears, even forcing a smile. I almost forgot that I had come to find Samuel to go to the wedding venue.

Some relatives and friends rushed in, their faces all smiling as they saw the signs of festivity in the room.

"Samuel, take it easy. Tonight is the bridal chamber candlelit night." They joked, completely unaware of my pale face.

"The days ahead are long. You're so eager before the wedding. You really love your wife."

"Oh, hey, it's true what they say, women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. Catherine, don't wear our Samuel out."

I was speechless, my eyes pleading with Samuel. I only hoped he wouldn't say anything. I just wanted him to give me some dignity, not to embarrass me here.

The bridesmaids also looked at me with ambiguous expressions.

"I really can't tell, did you two have a wild night last night?"

I couldn't answer. My chest felt tight, as if knives were continuously stabbing into my heart.

Should I tell the truth? Should I say that my fiancé was entangled with another woman last night?

"Don't tease her anymore, she must be exhausted after a whole night."

Samuel suddenly spoke, putting his arm around my shoulder. He lied without batting an eye, looking natural and without any guilt towards me.

"You’re okay, right, honey?" He lowered his head and lightly kissed my cheek.

I could only numbly nod and swallow the bitterness.

I was taken to do my makeup, but for some reason, tears kept streaming down my face. The foundation that had just been applied became patchy, so it had to be removed and reapplied.

Someone nearby complained, "Why is she crying? Hurry, let her family come and comfort her."

Another voice whispered softly, "Don't say that, the bride's family is all gone. Didn't her family all die?"