A week before the wedding, my fiancée Luna said she had to hold a wedding ceremony with her first love, Adrian, before she could marry me. Because Adrian’s father had passed away, and his dying wish was to see them married. But the company had already decided to launch the True Love jewelry collection on the day of our wedding. She said impatiently, “It’s just a few tens of millions. How can that compare to keeping a promise? If you really want to earn those tens of millions, go find someone else to marry.” Faced with her cold words, I understood everything. I turned and dialed my brother Cameron’s number. “Help me find a new bride.” Cameron asked in disbelief, “You’re calling off the engagement?” “No. She’s marrying someone else.” I smiled bitterly. To be with Luna, I’d spent so much effort convincing my parents to support us, and had even scheduled the True Love jewelry collection launch for our wedding day. But now, it had all come to nothing. Cameron was stunned for a long time before saying, “Then there’s only Vivian. Her family’s pressuring her hard, and she’s been looking for a marriage prospect lately too.” I frowned. Vivian was my rival. On my engagement day, she’d said that my marriage wouldn’t last—and now her words had come true. Time was tight. I could only say, “Let’s go with her then. Ask if she’s interested. If not, I’ll figure something else out.” My brother was quick to respond, “No need to ask. She’ll definitely agree.” “What?” Before I could ask more, a group of people surrounded me. “You must be Luna’s fiancé! You’re so handsome!” “You’re here to pick up Luna after work, right? She’ll be down soon. You two are so in love.” I gripped the steering wheel, lowering my eyes to hide the self-mockery in them. Luna had introduced me to her colleagues and friends years ago. In everyone’s eyes, we were an enviable couple. But who would have thought she was about to marry someone else? After saying goodbye to everyone, Luna got in the car and handed me a tie. “Adrian wanted me to give you this. You embarrassed him at the funeral yesterday. Find time to apologize to him.” This tie was obviously a freebie that came with a purchase. I’d seen it in Luna’s shopping cart a few days ago. I said flatly, “I don’t want it.” Luna frowned. “What are you fussing about now? You’re the one who crashed the funeral and said I wasn’t his fiancée, embarrassing him. He didn’t even hold it against you and still thought to bring you a gift. How can you be so ungrateful?” The woman who used to protect me no longer existed. Now she cherished someone else. Luna irritably opened the window for air. After a long while, seeing I wouldn’t humor her, she finally said, “Fine. I won’t argue with you today since we’re going to try on your tuxedo.” This was the first time she’d backed down this year. At the boutique, the staff greeted us: “Miss Luna, Nolan, your custom-ordered twenty tuxedos and wedding dresses are ready.” But Luna’s eyes weren’t on the clothes. She was looking down at her phone, her face showing some urgency. Noticing my gaze, she quickly put away her phone, a trace of apology on her face: “Nolan, something came up with Adrian. I have to rush over immediately. Try on the tuxedo yourself. Just pick a wedding dress for me—I trust your taste.” With that, she hurriedly hailed a cab and left, leaving me alone. The staff approached cautiously. “Mr. Nolan, will you be selecting the wedding dress yourself?” I withdrew my gaze and nodded. Of course I’d select a wedding dress—just not for Luna. After all, the bride had changed. I got in the car and drove home. I thought Luna would be out all night, but I saw her before dinner. She strode over to me, holding a takeout box. “I ran all over the city to buy this for you. Late-night snacks from Patisserie.” I looked at the box of cream puffs. There were three fewer than usual, and one had a bite mark on it—clearly someone had already taken a bite. Half an hour ago, I’d seen Adrian post on social media. The photo showed the exact box I was holding. “My darling went out of her way to buy me a late-night snack. Thank you, darling!” I set down my fork with self-mockery, instantly losing my appetite. “Don’t want it. Throw it away.” Luna immediately looked at me with displeasure, but she held back her anger and sat beside me to complain: “You have no idea how pitiful Adrian was today. My parents went over and yelled at him for not being able to afford a proper wedding. He was so upset.” “Adrian just returned to the country and doesn’t have much money. I want to use the wedding budget you prepared and give it to him first.” Her tone left no room for objection, making me feel sick. I looked at her mockingly. “So I’m supposed to pay for your husband’s wedding?”
I used to care about Luna. As long as she asked, I’d give her anything, do anything for her. But now she’d woken me up herself. Thinking carefully, ever since Adrian returned to the country, everything she’d done was for him. She’d forgotten that I was the one meant to spend a lifetime with her. My response angered Luna. “What do you mean by that? You’re not willing? You’d better understand—Adrian is my best friend. You’d better make him happy, or I won’t marry you!” With that, she slammed the door and left. Feeling frustrated, I went downstairs to run in the park. After just one lap, I got a call from Vivian. Thinking of Vivian with her perpetually stern face, I hesitated for two seconds before answering. “Once you’re on my ship, you’re my man. Try to run and I’ll drag you back!” Vivian’s first words were a critical hit. I stayed silent. She continued: “Send me your ID first. We’re going to the courthouse to register our marriage.” “I’m afraid you’ll back out.” Vivian, something’s wrong with you. I’d already imagined ten thousand scenarios of her using marriage as a convenient way to torture me. In the end, I could only manage: “See you at the wedding, Vivian.” The moment I finished speaking, Luna appeared behind me out of nowhere: “You’re inviting Vivian to our wedding? I won’t allow it!” She stared at me as if facing a great enemy: “Nolan, didn’t I tell you not to associate with Vivian? She has ulterior motives toward you. If you insist on inviting her to our wedding, don’t blame me for turning hostile!” I hadn’t said a word, yet she’d already issued her ultimatum. Luna had never liked Vivian, bearing some inexplicable hostility. When we first got together, we even had fights because Vivian and I constantly bickered on social media. Later, I gradually cut off contact with Vivian. But she actually said… Vivian had ulterior motives toward me? I was about to ask more when Adrian suddenly spoke. “Luna, you’re pinching me…” Only then did I notice their fingers were interlaced as they strolled. Luna coughed unnaturally twice but made no move to pull her hand back. Adrian looked at Luna with deep affection, then apologized to me with feigned helplessness: “Nolan, I’m sorry. Luna and I are rehearsing the wedding ceremony in advance. Please don’t mind.” “I won’t tell anyone about you hiring people to beat me up or vandalizing my father’s grave, but please don’t hurt Luna. True feelings can’t withstand such tests.” I didn’t want to watch his performance. I turned to leave: “Since you’re so eager, I’ll hire someone to beat you up tonight and destroy your father’s grave!” Slap! Luna hit me. “Nolan, how can you be so vicious?!” Her brows darkened and her chest heaved. I’m vicious? One sentence from someone else and she believed it, but my five years with her couldn’t earn me half her trust. I suddenly felt a surge of anger and wanted to question Luna, but Adrian blocked her: “Nolan, please, I’m begging you. As soon as the wedding’s over, I’ll give Luna back to you.” “Please show mercy. Don’t hurt the people around me, and don’t hurt Luna anymore.” He made as if to kneel before me. Luna quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, preventing him from kneeling, and glared at me furiously. “Nolan, stop playing your rich boy bullying games!” “You know I hate this kind of thing most. If you still want to marry me, stop making trouble!” With that, she warned me not to appear before them again until after the wedding. Unexpectedly, Luna contacted me the very next day. She launched into a tirade: “Nolan, did you really vandalize Mr. Foster’s grave?! I never thought you were this kind of person!” Confused, I called my assistant to investigate, but the investigation uncovered something shocking. Adrian’s father… wasn’t dead.
No wonder Adrian could act this way, using his own father’s grave to frame me. Turns out the death was a hoax. I sent Luna a text: “Adrian’s father isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I sent you.” Whether she looked at it or not was no longer my concern. The plane ticket was booked for three days later. Vivian booked it herself. When Luna came back, she saw me packing. Half my clothes were being thrown out, a small portion shipped to South City. “Why are you packing already?” Luna’s expression was puzzled. I gave her a perfunctory answer: “Moving.” She was silent for a moment, not catching anything wrong, and said to herself: “The headquarters is in South City. We’ll have to settle there after the wedding. Makes sense to pack early.” Then she fixed me with a stern look. “Apologize to Adrian about his father as soon as possible. Don’t make things difficult for me. Do it on the wedding day. What do you think?” After saying this, she tossed her phone aside and went to find her documents. Today was the day she and Adrian were registering their marriage. She didn’t come back until evening. I opened my phone to find a message from Adrian. The photo showed Luna and him wearing matching outfits, sleeping in the same bed. I closed my eyes, my heart unable to help but ache. I suppressed that emotion and turned off my phone. Late at night, my phone vibrated every hour. Each vibration was Adrian sending me videos of him and Luna, taunting me. Until the next morning, when Vivian sent me a message. “Nolan, the flowers bloomed. Come back.” The photo showed two marriage certificates. And a brilliant red peony in full bloom. I never expected she’d still be caring for the flower I’d casually given her years ago. Inexplicably, a strange emotion rose in my heart. I replied with one word: “Okay.” I put down my phone to pack my work files and laptop. I didn’t know when Luna had returned. She was packing her daily necessities. “I’m moving in with Adrian for a few days. He’s too busy preparing for the wedding alone. Remember to show up on time the day after tomorrow. Don’t be late.” After that, she explained at length, basically saying she was just helping normally and telling me not to cause trouble again. “Mm, I won’t go.” I said with downcast eyes. After last night, the last bit of affection I had for her had completely dissipated. Luna looked at my calm demeanor, and a nameless panic swept through her. She suddenly felt hesitant. But thinking of Adrian, her grip on her phone loosened. Nolan loved her so much—what could possibly change? With that thought, she breathed a sigh of relief, stopped pestering me, and disappeared from my view. I watched her departing figure and made a phone call. That evening, a helicopter landed in the plaza. A man approached. “Mr. Nolan, the helicopter you ordered has arrived. It will safely deliver you to South City in half an hour.” I nodded, then handed him a document envelope. “Deliver this envelope to the wedding venue tomorrow. It’s my wedding gift to the bride and groom.”
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