Marcus personally picked out a dress, accessories, and shoes for me, and even went to pay the bill.
I felt like a fake princess waiting for judgment.
On the way to the banquet, he seemed a bit nervous, probably thinking about what kind
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of breakup speech would hurt me the most.
He first took me to a rest room, “Wait here for a moment, my mom will be here soon.”
Oh, the judgment ceremony was about to begin.
I sat and waited for a while, fully prepared mentally.
The door clicked open.
I looked up nervously, almost jumping up in shock.
Mrs. Grant, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, was standing at the door.
“Lily?”
Her tone was full of disbelief.
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A terrifying thought crossed my mind.
Mrs. Grant was also part of his revenge!
I instinctively retorted: “No, you’ve got the wrong person!”
Mrs. Grant walked towards me step by step.
I looked around, with nowhere to hide, and in my nervousness, I crawled under the table.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Grant had no concern for her image. She lifted the tablecloth, lay on
the ground, and stared at me with bright eyes.
“Lily, it really is you.”
I was so embarrassed my toes curled, “Uh, that, Mrs. Grant, I came to follow Marcus for
you.”
“Lily, actually I’ve already seen the photos of you kissing Marcus.”
It was like a bolt from the blue, instantly stripping away my rationality.
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I felt my brain buzzing.
Mrs. Grant was trying to persuade me to come out.
Another head appeared under the tablecloth. Marcus pulled me out in one go, “You two have a strange way of chatting.”
Mrs. Grant held my hand and said a lot, leading me out of the rest room, introducing me to a bunch of people with the surname Grant… I felt like I was in a dream.
Until the clock struck twelve, my dress didn’t disappear, my shoes were still on my feet, Mrs. Grant waved goodbye to me, and I sat in Marcus’s passenger seat, feeling a bit neurotic.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
Marcus adjusted the car’s interior temperature.
I said weakly, “Marcus, you… you’re really something.”
Hearing this, Marcus snorted a laugh, which sounded like the gloating of a victor to my
ears.
The victor seemed to think it wasn’t enough. Under his mother’s urging for marriage, he
kept giving in, and finally even proposed to meet my parents.
Even more bizarrely, my parents seemed quite satisfied with him, urging me to quickly get engaged, try on wedding dresses… Until the bells in the hall rang, I became uneasy.
I
“How did we get to this point?! Marcus, quickly explain to them!”
Marcus refused to talk privately, using the excuse that it’s not good to meet before the
wedding, and only had someone pass along a message, “No big deal, we haven’t gotten the
marriage certificate yet.”
Under everyone’s gaze, the priest recited the vows, the ring was put on, we embraced and
kissed.
From an angle others couldn’t see, I pinched his waist hard, “Did you fucking never plan
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to dump me?”
Marcus neither confirmed nor denied, just kissed me deeper.
Amidst the cheers, he quietly asked me.
“So, shall we go get the marriage certificate tomorrow?”
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