When did their affair begin? Remembering my mother's satisfied smile directed at Henry, I wondered if she had known all along.
Why? Why would they do this to me?
That night, I couldn't remember how I had left the hotel. I had spent over twenty years being timid, and even after finding out my fiancé had cheated on me, I still didn't have the courage to confront him. My first instinct was to run away.
All those years of hardship had shaped my accommodating personality, but I refused to let this betrayal go unpunished. I silently vowed to make this bitch couple pay for their deceit.
I barely slept that night, and by eight in the morning, I received a message from Henry.
[Baby, are you ready? I'll pick you up at the hotel.]
Through that text, I could almost see his affectionate face.
It was laughable how he could fake feelings of love and adoration all these years.
Why had he been playing the part of the perfect boyfriend?
This situation was definitely not as simple as it seemed. I needed to figure out what was really going on, but I couldn't act recklessly. The enemy was in the open while I remained hidden, and the current situation still favored me.
However, I was sure I would not go through with the wedding. I couldn't forgive a cheating man, especially when the other woman was my stepsister.
[Might be a little late.] I replied.
Almost immediately, he called me.
I hesitated but eventually pressed the answer button.
"Baby, did you not sleep well last night? That's okay, we've already rehearsed enough. We can just head straight to the ceremony."
Henry's cheerful voice came through, sounding as if he had slept soundly.
Remembering the unpleasant sounds I had heard the night before, I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Don't be nervous. I'll be right there with you."
When Henry said this, I could hear other people's breaths in the background.
No need to guess who it was.
I lay back down and managed to steal a few more moments of sleep. By the time I got up and took a taxi to the wedding venue, the ceremony was already in full swing.
When I finally arrived, everyone was already there.
Oliva wasn't the bride or a bridesmaid, but she was wearing a white gown and heavy makeup. My mother stood beside her, beaming as she chatted with Henry.
Seeing me arrive, she hurried over and pinched my arm hard.