Chapter 2

Declan's expression darkened. He immediately decided I was throwing a tantrum.

"Why can't you be as smart as Sylvie?"

"I'm giving you a wedding to let everyone know you're Declan Walsh's woman. What an honor that is!"

"Sylvie only got a marriage certificate with me, not even a proper ceremony. She's endured so much in silence, and yet you're still not satisfied?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sylvie lowered her head and tugged at Declan's sleeve:

"Declan, don't talk to Summer like that. She probably just needs time to process this."

"I'm fine with it. Being wronged a little doesn't matter, as long as you're with me and the baby. Don't fight with Summer because of me."

I stared at the two of them in front of me, completely stunned.

Had these two lost their minds?

I looked up, my tone laced with sarcasm:

"Declan, what makes you think that after you spent three years abroad with Sylvie, I'd still be waiting for you?"

Declan froze for a moment, then laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke:

"Everyone in Silverton knows you, Summer, are head over heels for me, Declan Walsh. That you'd never marry anyone but me in this lifetime!"

He reached out and pulled Sylvie closer, looking as if he was certain I'd spend my whole life revolving around him.

He thought I was just throwing a little fit now, that with a few sweet words and some coaxing, I'd obediently give in.

"Besides, if you really didn't want to marry me, you would've broken things off three years ago."

That statement instantly brought back memories from three years ago.

That day was Sylvie's birthday. Declan canceled our anniversary dinner, eagerly running off to her party, saying he was just celebrating her birthday and telling me not to be unreasonable.

By midnight, Declan still hadn't come home.

Worried, I brought some hangover soup to the hotel where they were having the party.

But the moment I pushed open the door, I froze.

Declan and Sylvie lay naked in each other's arms on the hotel bed.

My hands began trembling uncontrollably. The soup bowl crashed to the floor, the shattering sound waking them up.

There wasn't a trace of guilt on Declan's face—only righteous indignation.

"Summer, don't read too much into this. We just drank too much and fell asleep together. Nothing happened."