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The scent of the aromatherapy that Irene had always adored had long since vanished, leaving behind nothing but a thick layer of dust
But the gifts he had given her remained untouched, still arranged with care in their original places.
The emerald necklace stood out, its deep green hue almost mocking him.
Mathias suddenly recalled the day of the auction, a memory that now seemed like a cruel joke.
To make Nathalia regret not choosing him, he bid loudly for the necklace, placing it around Irene’s neck in front of everyone, his eyes never leaving Nathalia’s face.
Irene had been so perceptive, how could she not see the fickleness in him back then?
Now, that million–dollar necklace lay discarded, a mere trinket tossed aside by its owner without a second thought.
him.
A scream
of pain tore from his chest, but it died in his throat as he stepped into the bedroom. Despair crushed
The torn wallpaper exposed a faded painting beneath it, but the words beside it remained, etched in cruel clarity. “Nathalia, though I hold Irene every night, it is you I think of.”
“Irene wants to get engaged to me, but I can’t picture my future with anyone but you
The words echoed in Mathias’s mind, a painful truth that he could no longer deny. But then the question surfaced: Had Irene seen it all?
How heartbroken she must have been.
No wonder she was furious, enough to leave the place where they had spent ten years together.
Yet, he remembered the countless moments with Irene, those soft and heated kisses in this very room, a mixture of tenderness and passion.
Together, they had survived the darkest storms, each moment a testament to their bond.
Irene was always there, her presence a beacon of warmth, lifting him from his lowest points, wrapping him in her embrace like a little sun, radiating light and love without hesitation.
No one in the world could compare to Irene,
Each breath Mathias took felt like a slow, brutal dissection, the pain unraveling him piece by piece, blood staining his soul.
At that moment, he knew with undeniable certainty that he couldn’t lose Irene.
And deep down, he believed she still carried some part of him with her.
Ten years of supporting each other couldn’t just vanish in the blink of an eye.
And that Norman… how long had they even known each other?
This whole mess was because Irene was still angry.
But that wasn’t a barrier; he was sure of it. A sincere apology and Irene would soften.
He believed with every part of him that, she would come back to him.
The night before the wedding, the city’s sky bloomed with pink balloons as if the heavens themselves were celebrating
The internet buzzed with well–wishes, the whole world showering Norman with admiration for the grand spectacle ahead.
I sat in front of the makeup mirror, staring at the bride in the reflection, a sense of disbelief sweeping over me.
If you had told me, even just a few months ago, that I’d be marrying Norman, I would’ve laughed in disbelief. But now, just thinking of him, a rush of sweetness bloomed in my heart like a warm summer breeze. The wedding was en evtravanant that Norman had connected twn estate list for the occasion making it a
The wedding was so extravagant that Norman had connected two estates just for the occasion, making it a
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Friends and family arrived early, filling the venue with the buzz of excitement. A few of my closest friends popped in during my makeup session, their eyes brimming with envy
“At least you didn’t end up marrying that jerk, Mathias. It’s like the heavens were looking out for you.
“Exactly,” another chimed in. “How else could you have ended up with someone like Norman?”
“You don’t know. Mathias’s company is falling apart. Bankruptcy liquidation… it’s done for ”
“And Nathalia! I heard the court’s verdict is out. She’s facing charges for stealing company assets and illegally buying drugs for old men… any one of those could lock her away for life.”
“And Mathias still clings to her. He’s practically begging for trouble,” someone laughed.
“You know, it’s honestly laughable,” a friend said, shaking her head. “Mathias’s company is on the verge of
collapse, and he’s still got the nerve to make trouble with Nathalia. What on earth is he thinking?”
