"From the engagement till now, have you ever given me a single day of warmth? And now you're dragging Jolene into this, too?"
Jolene tugged at him softly from the side, yet pressed closer against him. "Willard, don't say anymore."
Alas, Willard's emotions completely exploded.
"I'm going to say it! I've had enough! Cynthia, keep acting up! Don't let this petty nonsense tear open your old wounds again. Don't blame me for not warning you when it happens!"
The store fell silent instantly. Those sales assistants awkwardly lowered their heads to tidy merchandise.
My heart felt like it had been tossed into an ice cave. Hence, in Willard's eyes, my scar was just a tool for attention-seeking tantrums.
How could I foolishly hope he'd kept his old promises close to his heart? Just as the scar remained etched on my skin.
How many times had Jolene called, saying she was "in a bad mood" or "couldn't sleep," and Willard would drop everything to be with her?
Meanwhile, when my wound became infected and I had a high fever, Willard was busy accompanying Jolene to a midnight movie and he only replied, "Drink more hot water. I'll be there after I finish." However, he never showed up that entire night.
Whenever I complained, Willard would frown and say, "Why are you so unreasonable? Jolene is all alone. She needs me!"
On our third anniversary, Willard promised to take me back to the small town where we first met.
I joyfully planned the trip, but he completely forgot about it. He even said lightly, "It's just an anniversary. We can celebrate next time, right?"
Yet for Jolene's birthdays, Willard started planning half a month in advance. Started with booking the most expensive restaurants, giving limited-edition gifts and even flaunting it on social media with a caption, [Happy birthday to the most important little princess in my life.]
The memories of the past blended with the scene in front of me, leaving me utterly exhausted. I should have let go a long time ago.
I turned and walked away, but Willard's gentle voice followed me from behind. "She's probably just dealing with pre-wedding jitters. You're above this, don't stoop to her level."
How considerate of him, even preparing excuses for me.
Through the glass display window, I saw him tenderly holding Jolene's hand, leading her to that exorbitantly priced crystal chandelier. The sight was so blinding I couldn't bear to watch.