Three Days Before My Wedding I was supposed to marry my boyfriend in three days, but when I went to check on the wedding decorations, I froze in shock. On the huge poster, my boyfriend Marcus looked deeply in love, but the girl next to him was his first love. At that moment, Marcus was standing on the stage, drinking a toast with his ex-girlfriend. I asked him tearfully why he would do this to me, but he just looked annoyed. “What’s wrong with letting Chloe experience being a bride? Why are you so petty?” he snapped. “We’ve been dating for five years. If there was anything between us, would you still be in the picture?” I raised my hand to slap him, but he pushed me away, watching as I lost my footing on the stairs and fell to the ground. At that moment, my heart turned to ashes. This wedding was off. I hope you two deserve each other, bitch and dog, till death do you part! 0 “…Marcus?! You pushed me?!” My ankle was in excruciating pain as I looked up at Marcus and Chloe on the stairs, still in shock. Bang! A wine glass suddenly shattered beside me, glass shards and red wine splashing onto my body, instantly staining my pristine white dress. I instinctively shielded my face and closed my eyes, but the glass still cut my arm slightly. If I hadn’t covered myself, it would have been my face and neck that were cut. That was the wine glass Marcus had thrown to the ground. “You weren’t paying attention and fell on your own. Who are you blaming for pushing you?” Marcus’s mocking voice came from above, clearly angered. “If you hadn’t come here today to make a scene, would this have happened? Stop pretending, Olivia. Don’t tell me you sprained your ankle, what an old excuse!” I tentatively tried to move my ankle, but a sharp pain shot through it. I trembled, trying to suppress it as I looked up at my soon-to-be husband on the stairs, my heart turning to ashes. Marcus and I were supposed to get married in three days. I had left work early today to come see the “surprise” he had been keeping from me these past few days. I had even worn the white dress he had complimented before. Who knew that when I arrived at the venue, this is what would greet me. On the huge poster, Marcus looked deeply in love, but the girl next to him was his first love, Chloe. The moment I saw it, I felt ridiculous. Where did I fit into all this? As I looked down, I caught Marcus drinking a toast with Chloe. There was no one else around, and the love in his eyes didn’t seem fake. When I tearfully confronted him afterwards, this is what happened. It turns out there wasn’t a single truth in Marcus’s words. Saying it wasn’t ready was just an excuse for him to hold a ceremony with Chloe. I had even seen an engagement ring on Chloe’s hand that matched mine. It was utterly absurd. A couple’s ring turned into a trio’s ring – it was laughable. “Marcus, don’t be so fierce… you’re scaring me,” Chloe said from above, her eyes cold but her voice sweet as she clung to Marcus. Marcus seemed to enjoy it, patting her hand on his arm affectionately. “Chloe, she was trying to hurt you first. Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s just pretending.” My heart suddenly ached dully. I didn’t know what all my years of devotion had meant. I wiped away my tears and limped away from the scene amid their mockery. “See, I told you she was fine,” I heard Marcus say smugly behind me, with Chloe agreeing. “She really was faking it… Unlike me, I would never lie to you, Marcus.” I frowned, stumbling home in a daze. When I sat on the couch to check my ankle, I saw it was swollen like a bun. It was probably because I didn’t treat it right away and then forced myself to walk so far. Looking at my ankle, my eyes welled up and tears started falling as I silently cried while icing it. The ice was edible ice from the freezer, so as it melted, water pooled on the floor. At least my ankle had started to go down a bit. I had just applied some ointment when the door opened. Marcus walked in with Chloe, frowning as soon as he saw the state of the room. “Olivia, what are you up to now?” 0
“…Me? What am I up to?” I looked at him coldly. Marcus immediately retorted self-righteously: “Making a mess of the house – isn’t that you acting up?” I followed his gaze downward and saw the wet puddles and footprints on the floor – Some of which were from the two of them walking in. Seeing that I didn’t respond, Marcus started going off again. “I see you’re fine after all. Chloe was so worried about your foot, she insisted I come check on you. But here you are, able to make a mess of the house?” “You’ve got so much energy, make sure you mop this up later. Don’t let it stain.” I took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in my chest. I couldn’t help but wonder how a person could change so completely in just a few years. Marcus didn’t used to be like this. We met in college and spent some sweet times together. Marcus really used to treat me well, otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to marry him. I truly believed Marcus was someone I could spend my life with. He remembered every anniversary, every little thing about me. Sometimes I would forget when my period was due, but he kept track of it in his own calendar. I always knew Marcus had a first love named Chloe. He told me about her when we first started dating. He and Chloe were high school sweethearts, but they broke up when they went to different colleges and Chloe had plans to study abroad. When did our relationship start to sour? It started a year ago when Chloe came back. She only needed a look or a word to completely capture Marcus’s heart. Sometimes I cynically thought that the moment Marcus went to pick up Chloe at the airport, I had already lost in this relationship. I really didn’t want to deal with Marcus and Chloe, so I just got up and limped back to the bedroom, wanting some time alone to think. But Marcus brought Chloe right in after me and demanded: “Olivia, what’s with your attitude?! You haven’t said a word since I came in. Did the fall make you mute?” “Marcus, calm down. Oh… what’s this?” Chloe pretended to calm Marcus down while secretly surveying the room. Then her gaze landed on an emerald necklace on my dresser. “So pretty… Such a big emerald must be fake, right? Can I have it, Olivia?” She reached out to take it as she said this. I was utterly disgusted, not understanding how someone could be so shameless. I immediately snapped: “Put that down! Don’t you have any manners, touching other people’s things without permission?!” Chloe was startled by my outburst. Her face instantly crumpled in feigned hurt, as if she was about to cry. Seeing this, Marcus got even angrier. “Olivia, can’t you be less petty? That emerald is fake anyway. If you give it to her, what’s the big deal? I’ll buy you a real one another day.” He actually said it was fake, completely disregarding my feelings. I nearly laughed in disbelief. Without hesitation, I lashed out angrily, the fire I had been suppressing finally erupting: “…Fake? Marcus! You know full well that was left to me by my mother. Don’t push me too far! Buy me a real one? You couldn’t afford it even if you sold your whole company!” “What do you mean?! You think I can’t afford your cheap necklace?!” Marcus exploded in anger, reaching out to grab it. I instantly lunged forward and grabbed a pair of tweezers, slashing at him viciously. “Marcus!” “Olivia!” Marcus clutched his face in shock, staring at me. Beside him, Chloe looked at him in concern, repeatedly asking if he needed to see a doctor. He irritably wiped away the blood on his face. Seeing that I had no intention of putting down the tweezers, He realized I was on the verge of a breakdown and had no choice but to back down, storming out angrily with Chloe. I slowly sank to the floor, staring at the blood on the tweezers. My throat tightened and I burst into loud sobs. 0
Tears blurred my vision. The large movements I had made in my emotional state Left my foot throbbing painfully, swollen and aching. However, the physical pain paled in comparison to the ache in my heart. Even now, I found it hard to believe and couldn’t understand how the once gentle and caring Marcus had turned into this. Was this his true nature all along? Had I simply been blinded by his masterful acting all these years? I had loved him so much, yet his heart always leaned towards Chloe. When we first graduated from college, we were so broke we could barely make ends meet. At our poorest, a meal consisted of bread and canned soup. Only on birthdays could we splurge on a burger and fries. I remember he somehow managed to buy a cheap little cupcake that day. Though simple, it was full of his love. Marcus carefully put a candle on it for me. Though I was already very touched, he still looked upset, constantly apologizing: “I’m sorry, Olivia. It’s my fault you have to live like this. I’ll never forget your kindness! I promise I’ll give you a better life in the future!” Looking at his youthful face still carrying traces of his student days, my heart was filled with warmth. I smiled and nodded, Then blew out the candle, making a wish in my heart. What was that wish again? Oh right, I hoped Marcus would keep his promise and always be good to me. Life is unpredictable. Now that we’re better off, his heart has changed. That man who once had tears in his eyes, solemnly vowing to always treat me well, is gone forever. Thinking of this, I fiercely wiped away my tears and started packing my things despite the pain. As I packed, I realized how little I actually owned after all these years. Perhaps from the beginning, fate never intended for me to treat this place as my true home. One large suitcase was enough to hold all my belongings. I left behind all the gifts and mementos Marcus had given me over the years. They held no meaning for me anymore. I picked up my suitcase, took one last look at what was once our home, then turned and left without hesitation. Once outside, I took a taxi straight to the house my parents had left me. As I pushed open the door, the room was quiet. The setting sun outside cast A warm golden glow throughout the house. Dust motes floated in the air, and a thin layer of dust had settled on the furniture. Standing in the doorway, I had a fleeting vision of my mom coming out of the kitchen, smiling and telling me to wash up for dinner. But it was just my imagination. I closed the door and curled up on the floor, hugging myself. After a while, a muffled sob escaped. At that moment, I really missed them. The sun gradually set, its light moving across the floor until darkness fell. Just then, my phone suddenly rang. I raised my head groggily, Realizing the room was pitch black. It must be the middle of the night. I took out my phone and saw it was Marcus calling. “Olivia! Where the hell did you run off to in the middle of the night?! What’s with all the water on the floor? Didn’t I tell you to clean it up?” The quiet space was suddenly filled with his reproach and dissatisfaction. I stared into the darkness, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. This was truly laughable. He only got home at this hour, Didn’t notice anything missing from the house, didn’t notice that I had left injured. His first reaction was to call and demand why I hadn’t cleaned up! Seeing I wasn’t responding, he continued: “Olivia, a woman like you, trying to stab me with tweezers earlier – how could I possibly marry you?” “Marcus.” Hearing his cold words, I finally interrupted him, my voice weary. “Then don’t marry me. Let’s break up.” With that, I hung up before he could respond. Then I blocked Marcus’s number without hesitation.
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