During the holidays, my husband Ryan Carter and I took our children home for a family visit, where I unexpectedly ran into my relatives Robert Wilson and Margaret Johnson. Margaret asked, “Amanda, you’ve been gone for three years. When are you coming back to marry Daniel?” Daniel Harrison was my fiancé, betrothed to me since childhood. But three years ago, on our wedding day, his friend Victoria Wesley showed up at the venue wearing a wedding dress. She said, “Daniel, you once promised that if I came to see you in a wedding dress, you would marry me. Does your word still count?” Daniel remained silent. Victoria left, looking hurt, and Daniel immediately abandoned me to chase after her. I became a laughingstock. I took off my wedding dress and that night called my arch-rival, then left the country. Margaret laughed, “Daniel has been waiting for you all this time. On his engagement day to Victoria, he said if you apologized to him, he’d be willing to make you his mistress.” I smirked and calmly replied, “I’m sorry, but my husband wouldn’t agree to that. After all, I’m already a mother of two.” ***** My marriage abroad hadn’t been announced back home, so when I ran into Robert and Margaret on the street, they were unaware. I had just bought my daughter’s favorite cake and was leaving the store when I heard a surprised shout. Robert walked quickly toward me and said, “Amanda? Where have you been these three years? Why didn’t you even call us?” I remained calm. Robert’s wife Margaret grabbed my arm and said, “You’re finally back. Daniel has been waiting for you all these three years, looking everywhere for you!” Robert added, “That’s right. The Harrison family is now the biggest in Houston. If you got together with him, it would benefit us too.” They were hoping to use me to improve their standard of living. Years ago, when my parents died unexpectedly, I was left alone as a child with a large inheritance. All my relatives rushed to claim my parents’ estate, but none wanted to raise me. They only reluctantly left one by one after the lawyer presented the will. I found it laughable. I said, “I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. Daniel and I can never be together.” They looked surprised, as if I were telling some kind of joke. “Amanda, are you still angry about what happened back then? Why are you so petty?” I knew they wouldn’t believe me. After all, my pursuit of Daniel had once been the talk of the town. People in high society used to say, “Amanda has been without parents since she was young, so of course she wants to hold onto Daniel.” As a young girl, I believed that Daniel and I were betrothed and that he would never leave me. And Daniel was always good to me. When I would visit my parents’ graves each year, my relatives would say, “Once Amanda marries Daniel, you won’t have to worry anymore.” But that year, Daniel’s good friend Victoria returned from abroad. She was beautiful and elegant, unlike me. At the time, I was known throughout Houston as a spoiled girl. In private, many people said, “Victoria is more suited for Daniel than Amanda.” I pretended not to care, but inside I felt hurt and afraid, though I didn’t think Daniel would see it that way. Until Valentine’s Day, when we had a date and Victoria showed up too. She smiled gently at me and said, “Ms. Wilson, I just returned from abroad and I’m not familiar with this place yet, so I asked Daniel to bring me along. You don’t mind, do you?” Before I could respond, I froze, because the scarf I had knitted by hand was wrapped around her neck. Just the day before, I had told Daniel to wear the scarf I gave him. I had stayed up for several nights to finish it. I instinctively confronted him, “Daniel, why is my scarf on her?” Daniel hesitated for a moment, looking guilty. He tried to reassure me, “Victoria said she was cold, so I lent her the scarf. Don’t be angry.” I don’t know why I was so upset. I asked, “Did you really just lend it to her? Everyone’s been saying you two are better suited…” Daniel smiled and said, “What are you thinking? You’re my fiancée. Victoria is just a good friend.” I snorted and lightly tapped his arm to show my displeasure. Daniel dramatically cried out in pain, begging for mercy. Victoria grabbed his hand with concern and asked, “Daniel, does it hurt? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have borrowed Ms. Wilson’s scarf… Ms. Wilson, you can hit me instead. I’m sorry.” She began to cry, attracting the attention of many onlookers. Daniel was stunned and tried to pull his hand away, but Victoria held on tightly. I wanted to explain, but as soon as I approached her, she fearfully backed away. Daniel had no choice but to tell me, “Amanda, Victoria isn’t well. It’s not safe for her to go back alone. I’ll make it up to you next time!” And so, the Valentine’s Day I had been looking forward to ended just like that. But I had no idea this was only the beginning…
After that day, Daniel spent less and less time with me. Yet I heard from others that he was often out having fun with Victoria. I arranged to meet with him alone. Looking at Daniel, I said with hurt in my voice, “Do you still remember our engagement? Who exactly is your fiancée now?” Daniel panicked, grabbing my hands and saying, “Of course I remember. My mother asked me to take care of Victoria. I’m sorry for neglecting you lately.” I remained silent. He embraced me and promised, “Let’s go buy your wedding dress right now. We’ll plan our wedding in two months. You’ll be my wife soon.” Daniel took me to a luxury bridal boutique. I chose a fluffy white gown adorned with pearls and tiny diamonds. When I tried on the wedding dress, I saw Daniel’s amazed expression. He said, “Amanda, it’s my honor to marry you.” I was full of anticipation about marrying him. But the day before our wedding, I received a call from Daniel. He said, “Amanda, that wedding dress was damaged. I’ll order a new one for you.” I was disappointed but didn’t think much of it. At that time, I thought all that mattered was marrying Daniel. On our wedding day, I walked toward the handsome Daniel in his black suit, wearing a white lace wedding dress and holding a bouquet. Just as we were exchanging rings, the church doors opened. Victoria walked in wearing the wedding dress I had originally chosen, asking tearfully, “Daniel, you said if I came to you in a wedding dress, you would marry me. Does your promise still stand?” I stared at Daniel, trembling. His eyes reddened as he hesitated, about to step forward. I was stung by this scene and angrily said, “Ms. Wesley, this is my and Daniel’s wedding.” Victoria turned and ran away crying. “Victoria!” Daniel shouted anxiously, “Amanda! Did you have to embarrass Victoria like that?” I was stunned by his rebuke. Seeing how concerned Daniel was about Victoria, I laughed bitterly and said, “She came wearing a wedding dress to steal my wedding. Daniel, your relationship with her…” Daniel slapped me across the face and said angrily, “Amanda, you’re spreading lies again. The wedding is postponed. Today is not suitable for getting married.” After saying this, he left me behind to chase after Victoria. My cheek stung. I couldn’t control my tears. Daniel’s parents repeatedly apologized to me, saying they would discipline him when they got home. I shook my head silently, watching Daniel’s retreating figure, and calmed myself down. I left the church in my wedding dress. When I returned home, I heard voices coming from inside my room. Victoria’s breathless voice came through: “Daniel, you love me, don’t you?” Daniel’s voice was muffled: “I love you. As for Amanda, I was only marrying her because of our engagement arrangement.” My face turned pale. Anger and sorrow surged in my chest, and tears blurred my vision. I didn’t confront them but returned to my own home. I changed out of my wedding dress and made that phone call that night, leaving Houston and not returning for three whole years. Only today, seeing Robert and Margaret, did I recall these memories, but I no longer cared. “Mommy!” came childish voices. I watched my two daughters running toward me, feeling happy. Margaret asked shakily, “Amanda, are these your children?” Holding my daughters’ hands, I smiled and said, “Yes, I’m married now. These are my daughters.” As I finished speaking, I heard a familiar voice: “Amanda, whose children are these?”
I turned around and saw Daniel’s bloodshot eyes. We hadn’t seen each other for three Christmases. Daniel looked more handsome than before, but I no longer loved him. He walked over, showing a bitter smile, and said in a hoarse voice, “Amanda, it’s been a long time.” I knew we would meet eventually, so I responded politely, “Hello, Mr. Harrison.” Hearing my words, Daniel said sadly, “Amanda, where have you been these three Christmases? I searched everywhere… These three Christmases have been miserable for me…” I frowned slightly, feeling confused by his reaction. My eldest daughter, Sophia Carter, tugged at my hand and asked, “Mom, who is this man?” Daniel looked down at Sophia and asked shakily, “Is this your daughter?” Sophia and my younger daughter Olivia Carter were frightened by Daniel’s demeanor and hid behind me. I held their little hands, ignoring Daniel’s disappointed gaze, and said, “Yes, they are my daughters.” Everyone fell silent. Daniel’s face turned pale. After a long moment, he asked, “Why…” I smiled and said, “Does this need a reason, Mr. Harrison? Do I need to report to you when I get married and have children? I heard you’re engaged to Victoria. Congratulations.” Daniel asked hopefully, “Amanda, you’re still angry, aren’t you? I’m sorry I hit you that Christmas…” I impatiently cut him off, “What’s the point of saying all this now? My husband is waiting for us at home.” Daniel froze, a pained expression crossing his face. “That’s impossible…” I calmly turned to leave with my daughters. The next morning, I opened the gate and saw Daniel standing there. He looked exhausted, as if he had been waiting all night. “Amanda, I regret everything. What can I do for you to forgive me?” Before I could answer, he suddenly slapped himself hard twice. His cheeks swelled red. He looked at me stubbornly and asked, “Is that enough? You can hit me too.” Daniel was waiting for me to feel sorry for him like I used to, but I just smiled mockingly and said, “What’s the point of this?” Daniel lowered his head, finally understanding that I no longer cared about him. I said, “Daniel, you’re about to get married. Do you really think we could be together?” Daniel said passionately, “I can cancel my engagement to Victoria! You’re the one I’ve always been engaged to!” Just as he finished speaking, a shrill female voice rang out, “Daniel! What are you saying?” I turned to see Victoria standing nearby, looking hurt. She rushed over to hit me but was pushed away by Daniel. “What are you doing here?” Victoria froze, saying in disbelief, “Daniel! I’m your fiancée! How can you protect this bitch?” She glared at me and said, “Why did you come back? Is it because you heard I was going to marry Daniel?” I smirked and said, “Victoria, I already have my own family. Instead of acting crazy here, you should keep your fiancé in check.” Victoria’s face twisted with anger. She said, “Stop acting innocent! You’re the one seducing Daniel!” Daniel impatiently slapped her and said, “Enough! Victoria, our engagement is off! Amanda is the one I want to marry!” “She has nothing to do with you anymore,” a deep male voice came from nearby. A handsome man in a tailored suit walked toward us with confident strides. He looked at me tenderly and said, “Amanda, I’m back.”
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