Chapter 4
But really, it was just a laugh at myself.
This time, I didn't reply to him at all.
But soon after, a dazzling fireworks show started trending all over the internet.
"Happy Birthday, Aileen." The words flashed across the screen.
Those words were all too familiar to me.
I tapped into the comments section.
Someone asked: [Is this some CEO throwing a birthday bash for his wife?]
Someone else replied: [Nope, don't be fooled by the fireworks. This is a bad ending for a love that never had a chance.
[The man's getting married tomorrow, but it's all arranged by his family. His bride is his childhood sweetheart.
[So basically, he's marrying the girl he doesn't love, but all the romance and fireworks are for the one he actually loves.]
Seeing that comment, my eyes went red again, tears welling up uncontrollably.
That netizen really nailed it.
The only thing Samson ever gave me was a wedding.
But what he gave Aileen was the kind of love and romance I could never have, not in this lifetime.
But there was one thing she got wrong.
Our marriage wasn't arranged by our parents.
From beginning to end, every step was his choice.
He was the one who wanted us to date, and he was the one who pushed for marriage.
*****
The next day, the wedding finally arrived.
Samson had been checking his phone nonstop since he woke up.
Every message he sent vanished into the void, unanswered.
That left him feeling restless.
Just as he was about to call me, someone gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder.
His friend joked, "Samson, are you seriously nervous right now? Come on, Charlotte's got it bad for you. You're all she ever thinks about. This is the biggest day of her life, so if anyone should be freaking out, it's her, not you."
Samson relaxed a bit after hearing that.
Time crawled by, and before anyone knew it, the wedding was about to kick off.
Samson's face stayed as cold and distant as always.
He didn't look the least bit happy or nervous.
As the emcee finished announcing the arrival of the bride, Aileen appeared, gliding in wearing a wedding dress.
Samson's expression slowly shifted from calm to utter shock.
"Why are you here? Where's Charlotte?" Samson demanded.