Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Kathleen found out about Preston's heart condition a month ago.

At that time, we were in a bridal shop trying on wedding dresses.

After four years of dating, we were finally approaching our happy ending.

I was thrilled. I loved her, and I wanted to give her the best.

The wedding dress gleamed under the boutique lights. I eagerly anticipated Kathleen's surprise, excitement, and tears of joy when she saw it.

But that day, she was unusually silent. Absent-minded.

I called her several times before she responded. I thought she was just experiencing cold feet, which most girls go through before their wedding day. So, I kept reassuring her. I didn't notice her resistance, her reluctance.

Even when she saw the sparkling, diamond-studded wedding dress, her brows didn't relax at all. She just hurriedly said she had an urgent matter at work and needed to go back. She grabbed her bag and rushed out.

But her boss had clearly given her the day off for wedding preparations. I trusted her, so I didn't ask much.

That evening, as I was making dinner for her as usual, an unexpected message appeared.

It was a photo.

In the photo, my fiancée was crying her eyes out beside a hospital bed.

"Kathleen doesn't love you, why are you keeping her from moving on?"

The message wasn't from a stranger. It was from Kathleen's first love, Preston.