Boyfriend said he never traveled as a child. I secretly researched travel guides, hoping to share the experience with him. But I unexpectedly discovered his travel account. It turns out he’s a travel blogger with millions of followers. And he’s a couple’s blogger at that. In every video, he’s closely accompanied by his childhood sweetheart, inseparable. His latest video? They’re getting married in three days. In the video, the girl lifts her skirt and runs hand in hand with the guy at dusk. It’s truly passionate and bold. They end up showing a wedding invitation with blissful faces. The invitation says their wedding is in three days, and they will livestream it, inviting all their fans to witness their beautiful moment. The names on the invitation are Jasper and Adeline. The video ends, and the next one auto-plays. They’re visiting famous landmarks. Their account has over a thousand videos, all capturing their beautiful travels together. I stare at the screen, unable to believe my eyes. The Jasper on the invitation is my boyfriend of five years, and Adeline is his childhood friend. Jasper always told me he didn’t like traveling. He said his poor childhood made travel seem unattainable, like a luxury. So for five years, we never traveled, rarely even went out. Once, I wanted to help him get over it and secretly planned for a long time. When he found out, he got furious: “If you want to play, go to an amusement park yourself. Why force me to travel with you? Don’t you ever think about what I want?” I apologized, holding my torn notes, and swore never to bring it up again. But a week ago, I overheard Jasper talking to a friend on the phone. He said he was going to the seaside and asked for recommendations. My heart raced, thinking it was a surprise for me. I happily cooked a feast, opened wine, and bought gifts, waiting for him to announce the good news. But he didn’t even look at me. Just said, “I’m going on a business trip,” and left with his luggage. Now, in the video, they’re embracing by the sea. I finally understand. It’s not that he doesn’t like traveling; he just doesn’t want to travel with me. I obsessively click through all their videos. Jasper talks about those places so fluently and calmly, detailing the history and culture more thoroughly than my week-long research. He doesn’t seem like someone who has a grudge against traveling. The pain stabs my chest, making it hard to breathe. I scroll through quickly. The earlier videos are crude, their outfits less refined, showing the long time span. The first video was posted five years ago, when we just got together. They both look a bit young and innocent. I even remember the first time I met them. Adeline shyly introduced herself in Jasper’s arms, “Hi, I’m Adeline, and this is Jasper.” Jasper smiled and recited a poem: “Old memories often thought of, finally often seen.” It’s a poem made with their names. But what about me? What am I? With trembling hands, I want to forward the video to Jasper and ask why he did this. But then I hear a click. The door opens, and Jasper is home.
He walks in cheerfully, smiling from ear to ear. As if he just experienced something wonderful. “Sorry, Cora, I have to go on a business trip during the holiday again. Can’t be with you.” “Our boss just loves using me for everything, doesn’t even let me spend time with you.” “Help me pack, we need to leave soon.” I scrutinize his expression. Calm and composed, no hint of guilt for lying to me. He’s even urging me to pack his luggage. “Cora, do you remember where you put the suit you bought me last year? I can’t find it.” “And pick a few ties for me, I’ll need them for work.” A strong wave of nausea surges in me, like a tide ready to swallow me whole. He’s going to wear the clothes I bought, with ties I chose, to marry Adeline. For a moment, I don’t know whether I’m more pitiful or Adeline is. Seeing my cold expression, Jasper thinks I’m upset about him leaving, throwing a little tantrum. He sighs, softening his tone slightly, “Cora, be good. I don’t want to leave, but work is important. I’ll be back soon.” His lame excuse makes me want to laugh. I push him away. Jasper’s job is a cultural relics restorer, often going to remote places for large restoration projects. I used to complain about this and his boss. Now, it seems I misjudged. Seeing me still cold, Jasper loses patience, frowning, “Adeline and I are just friends. Do you have to nitpick over something so small?” “It’s been so long, and you still doubt us?” He didn’t need to remind me. A month ago, Jasper said he was on a work trip restoring ancient buildings. That night, I heard there was a landslide, and everyone was out of contact. I immediately bought the nearest flight, worried sick. When I got there, I found Jasper comforting Adeline, who was nestled in his arms. Her eyes were wet, yet there was a challenging glint in them. That led to our most intense fight in five years. Jasper downplayed it, saying they just ran into each other. His colleagues vouched for him, “We can testify, Jasper was just comforting her. Don’t overthink it.” But secretly, I’ve seen them giving Jasper and Adeline knowing looks, as if guarding a shared secret. Since then, Jasper and I have been in a cold war, still ongoing. Jasper sees me silent, compromising, “Cora, I want to be with you, but my job doesn’t allow it. Work is important, you understand, right?” I grip my phone, itching to open their account and ask if this is his idea of work. But reason suppresses the urge. I will expose them, but not here. I’ll do it at their wedding. I’ll lay bare all their past, in front of everyone important to them. I won’t take this lying down.
After Jasper leaves, I start gathering evidence. I make a PowerPoint from our entire history since Jasper pursued me, saved on a USB. Then I mark all his business trip dates against their video uploads. They completely overlap. In the past five years, about 80% of Jasper’s trips were romantic getaways with Adeline. After finishing, there’s one day left before their wedding. I book a stylist for an at-home trial. We choose a black dress. Its sleek cut is sharp, the skirt flaring slightly, like a rose blooming at night. Bright yet dangerous. During my makeup trial, Jasper video calls, checking in as usual. Seeing my look, he’s a bit surprised, “Didn’t you always like a casual style? Why so sharp today?” I answer calmly, “I’m supporting a friend tomorrow, need something to hold its ground. This outfit is perfect. Do you think I look good?” Jasper smiles genuinely, “You look great, my dear looks good in anything.” I smile back. Hope he can say the same tomorrow. Based on the invitation from the video, I locate their wedding hotel. There’s traffic. By the time I arrive, it’s packed. They’ve put a lot into this wedding, inviting not just family and friends, but loads of fellow bloggers and fans. Cameras are set up everywhere, seems they want to record this beautiful moment forever. I smirk, brushing my hair back, and stride in. This wedding is worth recording. I’ll give them an unforgettable surprise. I pay $250 for a gift, then find an inconspicuous corner to sit. Maybe my makeup is too striking, people keep glancing my way, whispering nonstop. The murmurs grow louder, loud enough for Jasper, busy helping Adeline with her dress, to look my way. The moment our eyes meet, his face turns pale. He drops Adeline and rushes over, panicked, “Cora, why are you here? Let me explain, it’s not what you think.” I don’t answer, instead slowly rising and twirling in my dress, “Jasper, you said you liked this yesterday, still like it today?” He bites his lip, nervous, whispering, “You’re mistaken, Adeline and I are nothing. I’m not marrying her.” “She’s a signed influencer with a short video company, I’m just helping her film, there’s nothing between us.” He hurriedly pulls out his phone to show me. The account’s real name is Adeline’s. It’s not his. But what does that prove? I didn’t respond. Instead, I lifted my dress and slowly twirled around. “Jasper, you said you liked this outfit yesterday. Do you still like it today?” He bit his lip, looking tense, and whispered, “You’ve got it wrong. There’s nothing between Adeline and me. I didn’t marry her.”
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