"That night you deliberately got me drunk, preventing me from taking any precautions. After you got pregnant, you naturally forced me into marriage. Every step went exactly as you planned.”
“Now I'm merely asking to postpone the wedding to see Myra—can't you even grant this small request?
"The Graham Family's granddaughter is afraid that an ordinary woman might steal your husband? That's laughable to anyone who hears it!”
Seeing his earnest expression, I burst out laughing in anger. "Fine! Since Mr. Calderon desires me so much, it would be utterly shameless of me to stand in your way any longer."
"Go ahead. You don't need to concern yourself with the wedding arrangements either."
Upon hearing the answer he wanted, Darrick suddenly grew cold and wary. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. I'm letting you go. Why aren't you leaving?"
I raised my hand, watching the hands of my wristwatch tick slowly and added, "I wonder if you can still see Miss Shields one last time if you go now?"
"Shall I send a driver to escort you? Have the motorcade clear the way for you?"
As I spoke, another voice message popped up on Darrick's phone.
It was Myra's final message.
[Darrick, don't come see me. I don't want you to see me at my lowest. I want you to remember me as the beautiful eighteen-year-old I once was.]
Seeing the message, Darrick completely panicked. He snatched the keys and rushed out.
His brother turned pale with fear and hurried after him.
They tugged at each other outside the hotel entrance and quarreled, "Darrick, have you lost your mind? Can't you tell Miss Graham was speaking sarcastically?"
"If you dare leave today, the Calderon Family will be disgraced in Bridgit's elite circles tomorrow. Is it worth it for a Myra?"
Darrick shook off his brother's hand, getting into the car as he casually remarked, “What's there to fear? Marylin is carrying my child. If she doesn't wait for me to come back, does she think she can marry someone else?”
"Besides, Myra isn't an outsider. She's... the one I love in my heart."
With that, he slammed his foot on the accelerator and the Maybach sped off into the rain.
No sooner had Darrick departed than my parents arrived.
Scanning the lobby and finding no sign of Darrick, their expressions darkened slightly.
"Marylin, what's going on? Where's Darrick?" my father asked confusingly.
I just answered calmly, "He left, went to find his mistress."