Fleeting Love
On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her.
I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it.
When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend.
“How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already?
“It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?”
“If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly.
“He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.”
My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold.
So Ellis had never loved me at all.
My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge.
In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand.
Then I pulled out my phone.
“Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”