His Wedding, My ReturnChapter 1
The wedding was imminent, but my fiancé wanted to marry the female college student I had been sponsoring.
It was all because she said her mother, back in the countryside, was gravely ill and hoped to see her daughter married before she passed.
But during the years when Gregory Muller was at his lowest, it was me who stood by his side, supporting him without complaint. This wedding was supposed to be mine.
When I confronted Gregory, my eyes red with frustration, questioning why he was turning his back on me, he only looked at me with reproach.
"You can't just let Lucy marry some random guy, can you? She treats you like a sister and yet you're being so selfish and heartless!"
He was so sure I wouldn't leave him and even had the audacity to ask me to wait for him for another two years.
On the day of his wedding to Lucy Mendez, Gregory was upset by my absence.
But his friends quickly informed him, "Rosalie got married. She's on her honeymoon with her new husband."
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I called my mother that day. "Mom, I’m coming home. Let’s work together."
Surprised, she asked, "You’re not marrying Gregory?"
After a brief silence, I replied firmly, "No. I don’t want him." Why? Because my fiance, Gregory, was marrying another woman.
The door to my room opened abruptly and Lucy walked in with a smile. "Rosalie, will you come with me to pick out my wedding dress?"
I frowned. "Do you not know how to knock before entering someone else’s room?"
At my words, Lucy’s expression crumpled into one of feigned hurt. "Rosalie, I was just too excited. Please don’t be mad..."
I laughed coldly to myself. What a tired trick, feigning innocence. She truly was overjoyed.
“You don’t need to apologize,” I replied dismissively.
Before I could say more, a low voice came from behind her.
"You’re about to become the mistress of this house. You can do as you please."
It was Gregory.
Lucy flushed with embarrassment. "Brother Gregory, don’t say that. If Rosalie gets upset, she might refuse to come with me to choose the dress."
"She can come if she wants or not," Gregory replied coldly, wrapping his arm around Lucy’s shoulders. "I’ll go with you."
As I watched them leave, it felt like a lifetime had passed.
Just three months ago, it was me who was planning a wedding with Gregory.
We had met in college and fallen in love at first sight.