Chapter 2

Ariana was Tyler's dream girl. She had left him three years ago to pursue her career.

That day, I left without meeting Tyler and took a cab home.

He came back around midnight. Hearing the door open, I sat on the couch.

As soon as Tyler entered, he immediately scolded me: "Didn't I tell you to come pick me up? Why didn't you come?"

I sat motionless on the couch, wanting to see what else he would say.

Tyler's dark eyes swept over me, flashing with impatience.

"If you didn't want to come, you shouldn't have agreed. Do you know how long I waited?"

"I called you, but your phone was off," I said.

"My phone died," Tyler replied without even checking his phone.

I hadn't actually called him, I was just guessing. I didn't expect to guess correctly.

I felt a wave of indifference, disappointed in him for the first time.

The air suddenly became quiet. I moved my lips: "Is Ariana back?"

He looked at me with some shock, unable to hide a flash of guilt across his face. He was probably surprised I would ask so directly.

"Don't be ridiculous, how would I know she's back?"

He was pretending so well. If I hadn't overheard it myself, I might have believed him.

"We're supposed to take wedding photos tomorrow. You remember, right?"

"I have something to do tomorrow. We can take wedding photos anytime, let's do it in a few days."

For Tyler, he indeed had something very important tomorrow, more important than taking our wedding photos.

No, I should say, he no longer wanted to marry me. That's fine, I no longer wanted to marry him either.

I stood up from the couch, looking composed.

"Tyler, if you don't go tomorrow, our wedding is off." I looked at him firmly, brooking no argument.

Tyler gazed at me intently. I guessed he was overjoyed inside but couldn't show it.

It must be very difficult to hold back, right?

"Can you stop making a fuss? We've already met each other's parents. If you want to cancel the wedding, you go tell them yourself," he said, furrowing his brow as if reluctant.

But I knew he wasn't reluctant. Rather...

He still had reservations. Otherwise, he would have brought this up directly. He remembered my period and knew I wouldn't go out late at night during my period.

He deliberately called to have me pick him up in the pouring rain, hoping I would feel he was unbearable and propose to break off the engagement myself, right?

As he wished. I wanted to see if after breaking up with me, he could be with his beloved dream girl.

"Tomorrow at 10 AM. I'll wait for you," I said calmly, turning to go to the bedroom.