Chapter 3

Back then, when it was the part that Alan should kiss me at the wedding, Fiona stood pitifully under the stage in a white dress.

She cried and looked pitiful.

"Alan, are you going to abandon me too?"

Alan's hands that were holding my face immediately withdrew as if they got an electric shock.

Alan's friend, Philip Ward, hurried forward and took away Fiona.

Although Alan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at me affectionately, his casual kiss made me feel insecure.

Later, I gradually understood the power of reunion between childhood sweethearts after a long separation.

On our wedding night, Alan stood on the balcony and made a phone call for a long time.

He didn't hide anything from me at that time.

No matter what he said, Fiona just cried.

Alan looked at me with helplessness and guilt.

He said that Fiona was innocent and that she was like a child.

At first, I felt sorry for Fiona.

Whenever Alan went to see Fiona, he would take me with him, and I would even buy things for her if I saw anything that suited her.

But soon I sensed her hostility.

Once when Alan was on a business trip, he sent me a message asking me to go see Fiona.

"She has a high fever and refused to go to the hospital. I'm too busy to take care of her."

I rushed to her house in the heavy rain, and her face was full of disappointment the moment she saw me.

The table was littered with scattered takeout packaging and messy wine bottles.

Looking at her almost transparent white pajamas, I knew everything.

She didn't have a fever but wanted to seduce my husband.