Before the wedding was even planned, Mom and Dad kept urging me to register my marriage with Dylan. They seemed worried that I would regret my decision, so they wanted me to marry him as soon as possible.Â
As for Dylan, I decided to be upfront and tell him everything about my first relationship with Vernon. After hearing me out, Dylan brushed his fingers against the faint red scar on my wrist and kissed it tenderly.Â
“Let me handle the surveillance footage. Don’t worry about anything. Once your wrist is completely healed, I’ll take you to pick a gown for our engagement party.”Â
I nodded in agreement. I happily let Dylan handle everything for our engagement party.Â
Over the past six years, my world revolved around Vernon. Now that I had ended things with him for good, I felt free. It was as if a burden had been lifted from my shoulders.Â
I watched Dylan personally select the venue and order various colorful flowers to be delivered by plane. He also personally wrote out the invitation cards.Â
Later, he even hired a professional team to plan my makeup and hairdo. For the first time, I truly felt what it was like to be loved.Â
I finally understood that love went both ways. It wasn’t for one side to keep taking and the other party to give unconditionally.Â
I reflected on my six–year relationship with Vernon and realized I had sacrificed enough for him. Now, I was ready to start a healthy relationship with Dylan.Â
It wasn’t just a relationship with Dylan. We had something far stronger a committed marriage.Â
It hadn’t even been two days. Dylan informed me that he had already cleared my name by obtaining the surveillance footage.Â
