“Get over here and apologize, Ulyssa! What did you do to Tracy? Why would you hurt her like that?”
“She only tried your dress for a moment. And you tampered with it?”
His roar shook my eardrums. Soon after, under his command, the driver dragged me from the venue and forced me to the hospital.
When I pushed the door open, Tracy lay on the bed with a rosy face and teary eyes.
“Felix, I know Ulyssa didn’t mean it… after all, the dress was from years ago.”
Her voice was soft, trembling just enough.
“Back then, Ulyssa hadn’t even started chasing you, right? Or… did she already like you and buy the dress early, swearing she would only marry you?”
Each line was more venomous than the last, twisting the issue from allergies to the origin of the dress.
Felix listened, then predictably turned to me with a dark look and a mocking curl of his lips.
“Ulyssa, you really are pathetic. You bought a dress years in advance? And now you pretend you’re above all this.”
He lifted his chin and ordered coldly.
“Get over here and apologize to Tracy. I can let go of your disrespect.”
I only lowered my head and massaged the wrist the driver had bruised. I didn’t spare Felix a single glance.
The wedding dress he once begged me to accept had now become evidence that I was desperate to marry him.
He really knew how to twist the truth.
I let out a soft laugh, which made him even angrier.
“Ulyssa, are you deaf? I told you to apologize!”
“And you still dare laugh? The only reason I agreed to marry you was because you chased me for five years. I pitied you!”
“You dared hurt Tracy? I’m warning you, I can cancel this wedding any time!”
He was roaring, veins bulging, and I answered in a calm voice.
“Then cancel it.”
The air froze. He stared at me in disbelief.
“What did you say?!”
I kept the same cold smile and repeated every word clearly.
He was about to explode, but suddenly paused as if something clicked. A knowing expression appeared on his face.
“Ulyssa, even jealousy has limits.”
“Tracy is my foster sister. No matter how much you like me, you shouldn’t take it out on her.”
His tone was the same as speaking to a pet, full of patronizing pity, convinced I was hopelessly devoted to him.
I only looked at him calmly.
I would be leaving for good soon, so I no longer cared to argue.
Morning light crept in. The rash on Tracy’s skin had already disappeared.