They slid onto each other’s fingers the wedding rings I had custom-ordered.
They drank from the wedding cups I had personally chosen.
When the host prompted them to embrace and kiss, Rhea’s eyes immediately found me, sparkling with excitement.
"This moment is so important, so we have to record it. Starlene, you handle the filming."
"So we can show it to our baby someday."
Dozens of gazes turned toward me at once.
And my blood ran cold.
Only then did Justin seem to realize I was even there.
"Why did you bring her?"
"There are plenty of reporters here. She doesn't need to handle this."
Rhea pouted in fake annoyance.
"Say that again and I’ll run straight out of this wedding. Reporters’ photos are just terrible—what if people think you, the great Justin Harlow, married an ugly monster?"
"All right, fine. Let her do it."
And so, the two of them kissed deeply for ten full minutes. And for that ten full minutes, I stood there holding the camera.
Even the lines the host spoke to stir up cheers—those were my words.
Now, they were blessings for someone else.
Something inside me broke. My knees gave way and I sank to the side.
The last thing I heard before darkness closed in was their voices, perfectly in sync.
"I do."
When I opened my eyes again, the ceremony was already over and the driver was taking me back to the villa.
He mentioned casually that Justin had taken Rhea on their honeymoon and wouldn’t return for two months.
I glanced down at the faint bruises and needle marks on the back of my hand, which were still not healed.
And suddenly, I remembered—back when I still loved him—waiting in the pouring rain for three hours while he finished a business dinner.
I had fallen sick afterward. And that time, he stayed by my side the entire time, never leaving.
He had said softly back then, "It’s my fault for not taking care of my woman properly."
"This lifetime, I swear I’ll never let you catch a cold again."
Slowly, I stood and began packing only my own belongings, leaving everything he had given me behind.
As I slid into the car, his plane must have landed, because a rare message appeared on my phone.
[You’ve done so well. The house is in your hands. Hold on for two more months and I’ll be back soon.]
[When I return, I’ll arrange a wedding for you, one that will be even grander than Rhea’s.]
[Thank you for your understanding, Starlene. I just don’t want Rhea to have any regrets before she leaves.]