- 7.
Alex and Isabelle’s wedding proceeded as planned.
I gracefully attended, wearing the “Everlasting Promise” ring Julian had crafted for me. No wonder Julian had been so mysterious lately; he had secretly been preparing a proposal. His hand, accustomed to a paintbrush, handled the carving tools with remarkable skill, but my heart ached for the tiny, dense cuts on his fingers.
Just before the ceremony began, I went to the restroom. As I came out, I bumped into Alex, who was waiting outside. He leaned against the wall in a perfectly tailored suit, looking strikingly handsome. The moment I appeared, his eyes lit up.
The next second, his gaze fell on my ring finger. Alex, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed my wrist, staring intently at the diamond ring. “Don’t find a fake just to spite me. This ring was designed by Ayu, known as ‘The Divine Pen, for his wife. How could it be on your hand?”
“Guess why he’s called Ayu?”
Julian appeared out of nowhere, striding forward to forcefully bat away Alex’s hand. He draped an arm over my shoulder, gently massaging my wrist in his palm. “He’s called Ayu, as in ‘Always for Chloe.”
The two men confronted each other, looking as if they would tear each other to shreds any second.
“Mr. Miller! The bride and groom are about to make their entrance.” A hurried assistant rushed over.
Ignoring Alex’s almost–flaming eyes, Julian raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on his face. “Groom, your bride is waiting for you.”
Under everyone’s expectant gaze, Alex finally pushed Isabelle’s wheelchair down the aisle. Just as Isabelle’s face was beaming with joy, heading towards her happiness, the large screen in the background sputtered twice.
The screen, which had been displaying the newlyweds‘ photos, switched to a surveillance video. Isabelle’s voice came clearly from it: “You two disguise yourselves as Alex’s enemies seeking revenge. I’ll take a knife for him then, but be careful not to hit too hard! After it’s done, I’ll give you another thirty thousand.”
The guests immediately began to whisper, and the scene descended into chaos.
“No! It’s not like that!” Isabelle frantically lunged towards the screen, falling out of her wheelchair.
“Hahahaha, you actually tricked me! Hahahahaha, I don’t owe you anything, I can be with Chloe now!” Alex laughed and cried, looking utterly deranged. “No, wait! I shouldn’t have divorced Chloe. It was my fault, it was my fault.”
Ignoring Isabelle, who was sprawled on the ground, Alex turned and started to walk away. The next second, Isabelle desperately grabbed Alex’s pant leg. “Alex, don’t leave! The knife went astray, but I really did get paralyzed for you!”
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The highly anticipated wedding turned into a farce.
Sitting in the car on the way home, Julian hummed a tune leisurely, in a particularly good mood as he played with my fingers. I pulled my hand away and pinched him firmly on his sculpted waist. “Was today your doing?”
Julian stated matter–of–factly, “You’re kind–hearted, but I hold grudges. She ruined your wedding, so naturally, I had to ruin hers.”
“Ha, you big softie.” Julian grumbled in protest, but I kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “But I like it.”
