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The long ceremony finally ended.
The door to the dressing room was opened, and Alexander stood in the doorway.
He rubbed his brow, looking quite drained: “I’ll make it up to you for this incident, and I’ll also go to explain to your parents…”
I interrupted him: “No need. They’re my parents, not yours!”
They have nothing to do with you, so there’s no need.
He was stunned.
Alexander looked exhausted: “Don’t say things out of anger. You know Sophia is also suffering from her illness. What’s wrong with us letting her have her way?”
Even now, he still thought there was nothing wrong with this, still speaking up for Sophia.
For a moment, I didn’t know what else I could say to him.
I said: “If you think it’s just anger talking, then let it be. I’ll pack my things and move out today. I’ll have someone sell the marital home. If you. don’t want to sell it, just transfer the money my family put in back to my account.”
After saying this, I saw my parents standing not far away and hurriedly chased after them, leaving behind a “That’s all.”
There were many relatives gathered around my parents.
As I rushed over, I heard someone say, “How could she be dumped like this?”
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My second aunt was still lecturing, “It’s not good for a girl to be too strong–willed. Changing brides on the wedding day, what a loss of face.””
I pulled my parents away, feeling heartbroken at the embarrassment on their faces. Not caring that my second aunt was my elder, I retorted.
“Are you my second aunt or Alexander’s? His last–minute change shows his lack of responsibility and trustworthiness. His failure to discuss it with me shows his self–centeredness and disrespect for me. What does this have to do with whether I’m strong–willed or not? If I had known even a day earlier, today’s groom wouldn’t have been him!”
My second aunt was left speechless and walked away muttering.
Mom held my hand, and I could clearly see the worry on her face.
I comforted her: “It’s okay. If we don’t get married, we don’t get married. I don’t care about it anyway.”
After sending them off in their car, I went alone to pack my things at what was supposed to be our marital home.
My words were clear, and my mind was very rational.
But emotions can’t be controlled.
Why do the tears keep falling on their own…
The marital home was decorated by Alexander and me together.
There were too many traces of him inside.
The ceramic pot was something he bought after learning about my menstrual pain, saying he would make nourishing soup for me every week.
The walk–in closet was designed by him after seeing me like a high–heel carousel on Tik Tok.
After it was installed, I laughed that the colored lights he put in were too flashy, but he just hugged my waist and asked for a reward.
I met him in college, and then we were in a long–distance relationship for a year because of work.
ime be put in a lot of effort to pursue me
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When he confessed, he said he saw me debating fiercely in a competition, looking very impressive.
At that time, in his eyes, I was shining brightly.
But now he complains that I’m too strong–willed.
The light in his eyes has become painful to him.
I packed up my things bit by bit, gradually extracting myself from the memories.
When I finished packing, I realized that our seven years together amounted to just a box and a half tall.
I was just wondering how to drag this box out and throw it away when the door was pushed open.
My best friend, Olivia, rushed in like a whirlwind.
Seeing her, the strength I had been putting on completely crumbled, and my nose stung unbearably.
Olivia gave me a hug, squeezing me tightly, “If I had known, I would have been your bridesmaid. At least you wouldn’t have been so helpless.”
She had disliked Alexander for a long time, hating his indecisiveness and inability to let go of his ex–girlfriend. She disliked him so much that she didn’t want to attend my wedding.
She even said harshly that if I married him, I would definitely regret it.
To put it bluntly, it was okay while Sophia was alive, but if Sophia died, how could I compete with a dead person?
For this, she and I had a falling out.
Now it seems she was right on the mark.
I’m so grateful I can still have such a friend back.
With Olivia around, the days weren’t so hard to get through.
She had specifically applied for a business trip to avoid my wedding.
But as soon as her plane landed, she heard about what had happened. Worried that I might be hiding alone crying, she rushed to find me.
She even took annual leave to keep me company, which moved me deeply.
The day she was bustling about trying to set me up with someone new, Alexander showed up at the door.
I laughed coldly. When a scoundrel comes to the door, I have to properly shut the door and beat the dog!
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Before opening the door, Olivia pointed at my forehead and warned me: “If you get back together with him this time, I’ll really cut ties with you.”
Ismiled and agreed. Whoever gets back together is a dog.
My dad opened the door.
The big and small packages Alexander brought were all thrown out by my dad, but he persistently picked them up again.
After going back and forth like this several times, several neighbors came out to watch the commotion.
Alexander kept apologizing in a low voice, and finally, my dad let him in with a dark face.
Once inside, Alexander went straight to the kitchen to busy himself, as if he knew the place well.
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