Three years passed quickly.
Baron was always loyal to me.
amily and all of Baron’s
Learning from the previous experience, I deeply studied Baron’s family
Baron’s friends.
Fortunately, Baron’s family was not complicated. He was an only child, and his parents were also business partners with my parents, so they knew each other very well.
The social circle was also no different.
After understanding everything clearly, we decided to get married.
In the past three years, Jovani did not contact me again. I heard that he found a job as a taxi driver in this city.
The Abbott family, on the other hand, never recovered from Beatrice’s recklessness three year
years ago.
Danica sighed all day at home, while Talon developed a bad habit of drinking excessively and would physically abuse his wife at home when he drank. But all of these had nothing to do with me anymore.
The wedding was held very grandly that day. Baron held onto me tightly from the dressing room until we were placed on the thick carpet in the hotel. He Ever let me touch the ground from beginning to end.
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His friends teased him, calling him a slave to his wife. He laughed and said, “So what? I’m proud to be a slave to my wife! I listened to my was a child, and now I listen to my wife as a grown–up|”
The crowd burst into laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
In my mind, a vague memory emerged of the high heels that were placed on the ground and stepped on in the mud three years ago. Tears welled up in my
eyes
Fate has always been kind to me, never leading me towards the wrong person. After the wedding, some good friends who attended the ceremony were in a hurry to catch their flight, and Baron and I saw them off all the way.
Suddenly, the chaos in front of the hotel caught our attention.
“Hey bro! What are you doing? That damn woman got married already, are you still thinking about her?”
The sound was somewhat familiar.
I lifted my head and saw Beatrice, whom I hadn’t seen for three years.
Compared to three years ago, she was thinner, had yellowish skin, and dry hair.
The days in prison were difficult to endure, and she had long lost her youthful appearance.
At that moment, she was painting at the poster of me and Baron outside the hotel entrance, and shouting angrily at Jovani leaning against the taxi. Jovan, on the other hand, had a scruffy beard and was wearing a bomber jacket that could be seen everywhere on the street, losing his former spirited appearance.
“Shut up!” Jovani coldly stared at her, “If it weren’t!
for you, could Breanna have married someone else?!”
“If it weren’t fory
ryou, our children would have been just standing around!” Jovani griped, grabbing his disheveled hair.
“Are you blarning me?” Beatrice shed tears. “You kept saying that you don’t bl
blaine me, but it was all a llel You have always resented me in your heart!”
“Shut up! Shut up!” Jovani angrily approached, wanting to cover Beatrice’s mouth.
Chapter 9
