For a fleeting moment, I thought maybe, just maybe, Gregory still cared for me.
But as soon as we stepped outside, he dropped my hand, his face impatient and cold.
"Let’s end this charade already," he muttered.
"Break up with me and you’ll never find another boyfriend as good as me," Gregory declared smugly.
I stared at him coldly, my voice steady. "Why are you here?"
He smirked and handed me a wedding invitation.
"I’m here to personally invite you to my wedding with Lucy. She said you’re her only good sister in Edinburgh and hopes to have your blessing."
The audacity of his words struck me like a blow, but I maintained my composure. I forced a smile.
"Of course. I wish you a happy wedding."
Relief washed over his face, as if my response justified his betrayal.
"Now that’s more like it," he said with a self-satisfied grin. "Don’t worry, once her mother’s wish is fulfilled, I’ll give you an even grander wedding!"
I didn’t respond. Inside, my heart was filled with cold amusement.
Gregory, I don’t need anything from you anymore.
That afternoon, I boarded a flight back to London.
