Chapter 6
My aunt introduced me to a blonde, blue–eyed model named Chris Taylor.
At first, I had no intention of getting involved, so my aunt offered some advice: you don’t have to marry, but if a young, attractive guy comes along, it wouldn’t hurt to date him.
Chris had golden curls, like a charming teen idol from a TV show. Naturally, he was a model–tall,
lean, perfectly proportioned, with six–pack abs. The moment I saw him, I finally understood my
aunt’s advice.
We arranged to meet at a nearby shopping mall.
He was only twenty, eight years younger than me. His face, full of youthful plumpness, was
instantly pleasing to the eye.
But then, on the mall’s giant screen, James Bennett’s face suddenly appeared.
Seeing him on the screen behind Chris, I froze. He looked thinner, almost gaunt.
His voice boomed across the entire mall, “Today, I want to announce something.
I once promised my wife, Hailey Davis, a wedding fit for a century. But five years have passed since we married, and the wedding was repeatedly postponed for various reasons.
Now, I have finally found the time to prove my love for Hailey. The wedding is coming–Hailey, are you as excited as I am?”
My expression darkened.
The fact that I could see this video meant it was likely a global broadcast.
Unable to reach me, James must have hoped it would either tempt me or pressure me into appearing.
When I had loved him, the wedding he promised never happened. Now, as I was divorcing him, he tried to win me back with that same wedding.
It was all too late. I no longer wanted a wedding that had been promised for years and never fulfilled.
“Hailey, the wife he’s talking about… that’s you?”
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Chris’s eyes locked onto mine. “You’re not planning to go back and have that wedding with him, are you?”
“Yes. But I’ll never go back to him.”
“Good.” Hearing my answer, Chris smiled, clearly pleased. He took my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it. “I don’t want you to leave. I want to be with you forever.”
I wanted to tell him “forever” was too far, but when I met his sincere gaze, the words caught in my throat.
Two weeks later, James finally found me.
It was snowing. Chris and I were huddled around a heater, cooking hot pot. It was Chris’s first time eating spicy food; his face reddened as he kept drinking ice water while the doorbell rang.
Chris ignored his water and went to answer.
When he opened the door, he realized who it was–the man I had seen on the mall’s giant screen.
The moment James saw me, he tried to rush in, but Chris reacted swiftly, blocking him.
“Let me in! I need to see Hailey.”
“Do you want her to go back and marry you? Sorry, you’re not coming in.”
Chris, tall and broad, stood his ground. James shouted my name through the door, “Hailey! I know you’re in there! I’ve spent two weeks searching tirelessly to find you.
We can have the wedding you’ve always wanted. Please, don’t go through with the divorce!”
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