“Haven, are you sure you want to marry me on the seventh?” “I’m sure.” “Good. On the seventh, I’ll come to marry you as soon as I finish my business in New Zealand.” After hanging up the phone, Haven Edwards tugged slightly at the corner of her mouth, a complex emotion washing over her as if from another lifetime. If someone had told her before that she would choose to marry a person she’d known for less than half a year, she would have thought it an utterly ridiculous joke. Because everyone knew that her greatest wish in life was to marry her best friend, Wyatt Taylor, whom she had loved for twelve years. Yet now, she was about to let go of these feelings she had held onto for twelve years and marry another man instead. After hanging up, Haven collapsed onto the sofa. At the same time, the TV was broadcasting an interview with Wyatt, the CEO of Taylor Group. On screen, Wyatt wore a tailored suit, handsome and dignified. His charismatic eyes always made people mistake him for being deeply affectionate. The reporter teasingly said, “Mr. Taylor, we’ve finished our questions about Taylor Group’s business plans. May I ask a few personal questions? You’re not only handsome and wealthy, but also the perfect boyfriend in many women’s eyes. I’d like to ask a question on their behalf.” Wyatt nodded politely. “Please go ahead.” The reporter asked, “I heard that you recently purchased a villa at Gold Waterfront and bought a ten-carat blue diamond that symbolizes ‘love you forever.’ Does this mean your wedding is approaching?” As soon as the words were spoken, the entire audience held their breath waiting for Wyatt’s answer. Without any hesitation, Wyatt replied, “Yes, there’s a girl who has dedicated her youth to me. I promised her I would marry her before she turned thirty. Seven days from now is her thirtieth birthday, and I don’t want to make her wait any longer.” His firm statement immediately caused a sensation, quickly climbing to the top of trending searches. Topics related to Wyatt’s marriage like “Wyatt’s public confession on the show” and “Wyatt getting married in seven days” ranked high on the trending list. When news of Wyatt’s upcoming marriage spread, Haven’s former friends sent messages congratulating her on finally getting her wish. After all, she had once half-jokingly told Wyatt, “I’ll only wait for you until I’m thirty. If you still haven’t married me by then, I won’t wait anymore.” However, what no one knew was that Haven wasn’t the person Wyatt intended to marry. Haven’s parents and Wyatt’s parents were neighbors. They had grown up together, and she had loved him for exactly twelve years. How deep was Haven’s love for Wyatt? After high school graduation, because of one comment from Wyatt, she gave up her scholarship to Columbia University to accompany him to his preferred New York University. After graduation, to support Wyatt’s startup, she again sacrificed a job offering an annual salary of $300,000 to help him build his business from scratch. She had invested twelve years of her youth in Wyatt, always believing that true love could overcome all difficulties. However, just half a month ago, she discovered that the villa Wyatt had purchased and the blue diamond he had bought at auction were all given to a woman named “Kylie Porter.” At that moment, she realized how ridiculous her twelve-year devotion had been. Seven days from now would be her thirtieth birthday. And the person Wyatt was about to marry wasn’t her. So, she no longer intended to waste any more time on Wyatt. It was late at night when Wyatt returned home. As his assistant who had been with him since the beginning of his business, Haven took care of everything from daily chores to work documents. The two were inseparable, and for convenience, Haven had even moved in to live with him. At this moment, Haven was sitting on the couch, browsing through wedding dress styles on her tablet for the wedding she would attend in seven days while discussing details on the phone. Wyatt, who had just returned from a business dinner, was surprised to see that Haven didn’t come to greet him or take his coat as usual. Instead, she remained on the couch, focused on her call. He vaguely heard words like “wedding dress” and “ceremony.” Standing in the entryway, Wyatt rubbed his temples, visibly impatient, and couldn’t help but remind her, “What are you doing? Didn’t you see I’m back?” Haven put down her phone, glanced up at Wyatt, and replied calmly, “Nothing much. I know you’re back.” Hearing this, Wyatt’s expression darkened with displeasure as he naturally took off his coat and held it out to her. He had grown accustomed to Haven’s care. Previously, whenever he came home, she would take his clothes and send them for cleaning. But this time, Haven calmly refused. “The washing machine is right there. If you want it washed, you can put it in yourself.” Haven had always been obedient, never refusing any of his requests. Her sudden change in attitude made Wyatt’s slightly intoxicated eyes narrow as he studied her curiously. Though he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, he definitely sensed something had changed. Yet Haven’s expression remained normal, showing no unusual emotions. Wyatt clicked his tongue in irritation, his tone growing cold. “Designer clothes need to be hand-washed.” Haven replied, “Then send them to the dry cleaners.” After being repeatedly challenged, Wyatt’s anger rose quickly. He tugged at his tie impatiently, his voice hardening. “What’s wrong with you today?” Haven opened her mouth, then decided arguing with him was pointless and there was nothing worth discussing. She simply turned and went to her room. Once inside, Haven could vaguely hear Wyatt making a phone call outside her door. She didn’t want to listen, but the room’s poor soundproofing meant that even with the door barely cracked, Wyatt’s voice came through clearly. Wyatt’s smooth voice carried an arrogant superiority. “I just got home and found Haven already picking out wedding dresses. Did she watch the live interview and think I’m going to marry her when I turn thirty? “I only said those things to appease the reporters. But I did promise Kylie I’d marry her in seven days.” The person on the other end seemed to ask why he didn’t tell Haven the truth. Wyatt gave a cold laugh, his handsome face looking increasingly callous with mockery. “After using a free housekeeper for over a dozen years, would you be willing to let her go so easily? If I have to let her go, it’ll be after I marry Kylie in seven days.” The person asked, “What if Haven finds out?” Wyatt snorted, “I’ve hidden it well; she’ll never discover it. Besides, even if she did, what could she do? She’s so in love with me that I could win her back with just a crook of my finger. What kind of scene could she possibly make? “I’m warning you, don’t let anything slip…” Haven didn’t want to hear any more. She returned to her room, feeling her heart sink into an icy pool, cold and piercing. So in Wyatt’s heart, she was nothing more than a free housekeeper who could be placated with the slightest gesture. She could only blame herself for not seeing it sooner. Knowing he would never marry her, she had still foolishly chased him for twelve years. During those twelve years, she had confessed her love to him nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times. In truth, each time he rejected her with various excuses, she should have understood that he didn’t love her and would never marry her. Fortunately, she had finally awakened. In seven days, she would leave him completely and marry someone else. The next day, Haven decided to submit her resignation to the company. When Wyatt graduated, he expressed his desire to start a business, but no one believed in him. So he asked Haven to help him. He promised her that once he achieved success, he would compensate her generously. At that time, trusting his earnest promises, Haven gave up a high-paying job at Christmas with a salary of $300,000. When he started his business without startup capital, she helped him raise funds. When no one was willing to give his projects a chance, she helped him find resources. From having nothing to becoming worth billions of dollars, she accompanied him every step of the way. Yet until now, she remained just his assistant with a monthly salary of $8,000. Once, she liked him, so she was willing to be his assistant. Now, she had decided to give up on him and marry someone else, so naturally, she no longer needed to continue in this position. Arriving at the CEO’s office, Haven printed out her resignation letter, ready to have Wyatt sign it. Before signing, Wyatt, perhaps realizing his attitude toward her had been too cold yesterday, suddenly tossed her a small gift box. “Your birthday is coming up in a few days. This is an early gift for you.” Taking the box, Haven opened it to find a gold necklace inside. In the past, she would have been overjoyed, but now, she felt nothing. She knew this necklace was merely a complimentary item that came with the blue diamond Wyatt had purchased for $50 million. In his eyes, she only deserved such freebies, like a dog that would be happy with any bone thrown its way. Wyatt expected Haven to be speechless with excitement over the gift, but was surprised to see no emotional reaction on her face. Haven’s unusual behavior over the past two days made Wyatt furrow his brow. Just as he was about to ask her about it, Haven handed him a document. “There’s a document that needs your signature.” Perhaps due to his excessive trust in Haven, Wyatt assumed it was some important contract and signed his name without even looking at it. However, as Haven was about to leave with the agreement, Wyatt suddenly felt something was off and couldn’t help asking, “What did I just sign?” Not wanting to explain further, Haven casually waved her hand. “Nothing special, just some routine agreements. Oh, by the way, I’ll be taking a few days off and won’t be coming to the office.” After all, once she resigned, she wouldn’t need to come here anymore. “Alright,” Wyatt nodded without giving it a thought. He didn’t want Haven to keep running into his fiancée at the company and cause trouble. Then he added, “Make sure you come back after your vacation. The company has many big projects waiting for you to help me negotiate.” Haven responded with a soft acknowledgment. Wyatt had no idea that this resignation meant she would never return to this company. After being his assistant for so many Christmases, she was completely exhausted. After turning to leave, Haven walked to the reception area and happened to run into Wyatt’s fiancée and company receptionist, Kylie. Kylie was surrounded by a group of colleagues. She was showing off her right hand: “This is the ring my fiancé bought at an auction for $50 million. Beautiful, isn’t it? You’ve probably never seen jewelry this expensive before. Now’s your chance to admire it!” The diamond ring was indeed dazzling, but Kylie was just a receptionist with an ordinary background. She couldn’t possibly have access to wealthy people, let alone own such a valuable ring. Everyone looked skeptical. “Are you sure it’s not fake?” “Yeah, $50 million is a lot. Don’t lie to us, Kylie.” Hearing these comments, Kylie’s face turned bright red. She tilted her head back defensively: “It’s not fake! Don’t talk nonsense!” Stung by everyone’s suspicious looks, Kylie seemed to remember something and quickly pulled out a property deed from her bag, slapping it on the table. “Besides this $50 million diamond ring, my fiancé also bought me a house at Gold Waterfront. Don’t believe me? Look at this!” Her colleagues gathered around, curiously flipping through the property deed. Discovering that it was indeed for a house at Gold Waterfront, with Kylie listed as the owner, everyone’s faces showed envy. They asked curiously: “Impressive, Kylie! You really married a rich man! Who’s your husband? Someone who can afford such an expensive house at Gold Waterfront like Mr. Taylor?”
Kylie just smiled mysteriously without saying a word, telling everyone they would soon find out who she was marrying. Others might not know, but Haven did—Kylie was going to marry Wyatt. If she remembered correctly, Kylie was Wyatt’s college classmate and the person who had been exceptionally hired into the company during Taylor Group’s first Christmas. At that time, Wyatt had intended to groom Kylie as his new assistant. However, no matter how Haven tried to teach her, Kylie couldn’t handle even the simplest tasks like stamping documents, let alone being like Haven who could both negotiate project partnerships for him and take care of his mundane household matters. So before long, Wyatt abandoned the idea of making Kylie his assistant and transferred her to the reception desk instead. The irony was that this incompetent person had ultimately defeated Haven and won Wyatt’s heart. For twelve Christmases, Haven had devoted herself to him, while Kylie didn’t have to do anything—just stand there and effortlessly obtain what Haven had strived for but could never reach. A chill ran through Haven’s heart. She had given her all to the company and cared deeply for Wyatt, only to discover in the end that it was all just a joke. As everyone continued pressing for answers, Wyatt suddenly appeared. “What are you all gathered here for? Don’t you have work to do?” Hearing Wyatt’s voice, the crowd immediately dispersed, each returning to their posts. Wyatt turned to Haven. “Weren’t you supposed to be on vacation? Why are you still at the company?” Haven said, “Oh, I just heard from reception that she’s getting married soon, and I was about to go congratulate her.” Wyatt frowned at her words. “She didn’t mention who she’s marrying, did she?” Haven shook her head. “No, why?” “Nothing, just asking.” When he learned that Haven didn’t know, Wyatt instantly relaxed. Then, Wyatt continued with his instructions: “Don’t wait for me for dinner tonight. A friend invited me out for drinks, and I might be back very late. Since you don’t need to cook, hurry up and organize the bidding documents for the new project. I don’t trust anyone else with it.” Even knowing she was about to go on vacation, he still demanded she work. Wyatt was such a good actor—even while hiding his plans to marry someone else, he still wanted to squeeze every last bit of value from her. But this time, she wouldn’t comply with his wishes. Haven didn’t respond. Seeing her silence, Wyatt furrowed his brow and pressed, “Did you hear me?” Haven still didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and walked away under his gaze. Wyatt stared at Haven’s retreating figure, frowning. He thought to himself, “Is it just my imagination? Why does Haven seem increasingly strange lately? But she’s been in love with me for twelve Christmases and has tried to please me for twelve Christmases. As long as I show her a smile and sweet-talk her a little, things should blow over.” With this thought, Wyatt felt inexplicably reassured. Haven returned to the apartment. Looking around at this place that had long become her second home, after a moment’s reflection, she decided to pack up all her belongings and leave. Since she had already decided to leave, she should leave this house that didn’t belong to her for its future mistress. Haven packed from noon until late into the night, filling several suitcases with her miscellaneous possessions. The night was deep, and her stomach growled with hunger. Just as she was about to get up to eat something, her phone began to vibrate. When the call connected, Wyatt’s friend commanded in a self-righteous tone, “Haven, Wyatt’s drunk. Bring some sobering medicine right away! We’re in private room number 5 at Night Bar.” Without waiting for her response, he hung up, as if completely certain she would show up. Haven didn’t want to go, but then she remembered she still had some belongings in the apartment storage unit, and the key was with Wyatt. If she wanted to get rid of those things for good, she needed that key back. After a moment’s consideration, she dragged her tired body out the door. The moment she pushed open the door to the private room, Haven heard Wyatt’s friend’s mocking laughter. “She actually came! I told you she would! After all, how could she stay away when Wyatt’s involved?” Wyatt, sitting in the main seat, lazily took a sip of his drink and pointed at someone on the sofa, laughing, “I win this round. Remember to pay for tonight’s drinks. I can’t believe you guys bet against me on something so obvious.” Hearing this, Haven immediately understood what was going on. Wyatt wasn’t drunk at all. The “drunkenness” was just a bet they’d made at her expense. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Last time, they’d used the excuse that Wyatt had been injured in a car accident, causing her to rush over in a panic, only to find him standing there completely unharmed. His friends had laughed hysterically at her trembling with anger. Since then, Haven had become their regular betting subject. She had fallen for their tricks several times before, so they probably hadn’t expected her to come this time. The person who lost the bet was now lying on the sofa, wailing while accusing Haven, “Why are you such a doormat? Coming whenever we call, even at midnight! Are you a dog or something? You do whatever we tell you to do, without any self-respect!” Another man stepped forward with a mocking smile, “Hey, that’s a bit harsh. How can you talk to a woman like that? But everyone knows how Haven feels about Wyatt. She’s been following him around for over ten years. Calling her a dog isn’t appropriate. I think ‘nanny’ would be more fitting.” Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes full of contempt and mockery. Wyatt simply observed the scene quietly, making no attempt to stop it. He had expected Haven to get angry as usual and had prepared some comforting words. However, to his surprise, Haven just took a deep breath and calmly asked Wyatt, “I can’t find the storage key. If you have it, please give it to me.” Wyatt frowned, not immediately taking out the key, but trying to change the subject. He moved closer to Haven and asked, “Are you angry? Why do you look so cold?” After a pause, he added, “Michael was just joking with you. Don’t take it to heart—they don’t mean any harm. How about they apologize to you? It’s not a big deal anyway.” Haven responded with a flat “Oh,” showing no emotional reaction. Wyatt was stunned, then waved his friends over. “See? Haven’s upset. Come apologize to her.” The group approached with smirks on their faces. “Haven, please forgive us. We’re sorry.” Their apologies were clearly insincere, merely going through the motions. Haven remained expressionless, looking coldly at Wyatt. “Where’s the key?” Wyatt was surprised by Haven’s calmness tonight, feeling as if she had become a different person. But after thinking it through, he convinced himself that since Haven liked him so much, her nature wouldn’t change. So he took the storage key from his pocket and handed it to her. Haven took the key and turned to leave. Just as she was about to exit the room, she heard Wyatt’s friends teasing him from behind, “Wyatt, why did you make us apologize to Haven?” Another person chimed in, “You just don’t get it. Haven has liked Wyatt for so long. If Wyatt always gave her the cold shoulder, wouldn’t that hurt her confidence? So by occasionally defending her, Wyatt ensures she’ll keep liking him longer. Isn’t that right, Wyatt?” Wyatt nodded. “Yes.” Hearing Wyatt’s “yes,” Haven found it laughable. She thought, “No wonder whenever I was furious, Wyatt always had a way to calm me down.” Sometimes he would give gifts, other times he’d say sweet nothings. But after each reconciliation, he would revert to his usual cold demeanor. Before, she had been completely in the dark, thinking he couldn’t fully accept her because she wasn’t good enough. Looking back now, the problem was never with her, but with Wyatt wanting her to willingly sacrifice for him longer. Now she was actually grateful that choosing to marry someone else had been such a wise decision. Just as she was heading downstairs with her keys, ready to take a taxi home, she spotted a familiar figure through the car window. It was Kylie. She watched as Kylie made a phone call, and a minute later, Wyatt personally came down to greet her. He wrapped his arms around Kylie and tenderly asked, “Why did you come out in this cold weather?” “I missed you. Can’t I come see you?” Kylie said playfully. “Of course you can,” Wyatt replied affectionately, holding her tighter as he escorted her upstairs. After a few steps, Kylie’s shoelace came undone. Wyatt immediately knelt down and tied her shoelace, his eyes full of tenderness. Haven stared at this scene through the taxi window. In the past, these submissive, pleasing gestures were always her doing. She never imagined that the normally arrogant Wyatt would tie someone else’s shoelaces. Wyatt’s friend happened to come out for a smoke and was shocked by the sight. “My God, who would have thought the CEO of Taylor Group would tie someone’s shoelaces?” Hearing this, Wyatt frowned and coldly ordered, “Kylie can’t stand the smell of smoke. If you want to smoke, go somewhere else. And don’t use foul language around Kylie, or you’ll have me to deal with!” His friend, frightened by the warning, quickly scurried away. Sitting in the taxi, Haven watched as Wyatt wholeheartedly protected Kylie in front of his friend, and by comparison, found herself increasingly pathetic. During so many Christmases, no matter how his friends joked at her expense, Wyatt always remained a bystander, paying no attention. But with Kylie, just smoking a cigarette or saying a curse word was enough for him to nearly tear his friend apart. So Haven was now completely awake to the truth. When she got home, it was already two in the morning. Haven tossed and turned, unable to sleep. By the time Wyatt returned, the sun was already up. Wyatt noticed the house felt particularly empty, as many of Haven’s belongings had disappeared. He couldn’t help but ask, “Where are your things?” Haven casually made up an excuse. “A lot of stuff was old, so I threw it away.” There was nothing wrong with her answer, but Wyatt still felt something was off. However, he was about to marry Kylie, so it was indeed inappropriate for Haven to continue living here. If Kylie found out, she would definitely cry. She had always been fragile, nowhere near as strong as Haven. After thinking for a moment, Wyatt said coolly, “Since you’re cleaning up, make sure you do a thorough job.” Haven nodded without saying much. Seeing she didn’t object, Wyatt swallowed the words he had intended to say. He thought, “It doesn’t matter if Haven has really changed. With her feelings for me, a little sweet talk and she’ll come around. At worst, I’ll make some empty promises like I did when we were starting the business. After all, among all the women around me, none is easier to appease than Haven.” Snapping back to reality, Wyatt immediately instructed, “I drank too much last night. Go make me some lemon water.” “I’m heading out. Make it yourself,” Haven replied and turned to leave. But before she could take a step, Wyatt grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” “What?” Haven asked back, her tone calm. “Did you finish the bid proposal I asked you to do last night?” Wyatt pressed. “No,” Haven answered bluntly, then shook off Wyatt’s hand and walked straight out of the apartment. Wyatt stood there, his expression darkening. He thought, “Haven is getting stranger and stranger. Isn’t she afraid I’ll really get angry and leave her for good?”
Haven went out to order a wedding dress. With just a few days until the wedding, she had promised him she would wait at the city hall entrance wearing her wedding dress, so they could get their marriage certificate together. So, she needed to order her wedding dress in advance. Upon arriving at the high-end bridal boutique, Haven asked the manager to bring out the wedding dress she had already reserved, but the manager hesitated, seemingly hiding something. She asked, “Is something wrong? Is there a problem with my dress?” The manager said, “I’m sorry, Ms. Edwards, but your wedding dress has been ordered by someone else.” Haven said, “I already paid a deposit. How could someone else order it?” The manager hesitantly explained, “Well, the other party offered a higher deposit, so…” Haven interrupted the manager, “Who ordered my dress?” Just as the manager was about to answer, a sweet voice accompanied the sound of the door opening. “Is my wedding dress ready? I want to try it on.” Haven looked up to see Kylie again. At the company, Haven and Kylie weren’t particularly close, but on a personal level, Haven knew Kylie all too well. Seeing Haven, Kylie’s eyes widened in surprise. “Haven, what a coincidence! Are you ordering a wedding dress too?” Haven replied, “Yes, I am.” Kylie asked, “Are you getting married too?” Haven nodded. “Yes.” From the beginning, Haven’s public identity at Taylor Group was simply Wyatt’s assistant. Apart from a few friends in the know, no one at the company was aware of her relationship with Wyatt. Clearly, Wyatt hadn’t told Kylie about their relationship either. After all this time at the company, Kylie still thought Haven was just Wyatt’s ordinary assistant. She asked, “When are you getting married?” Haven answered, “On the seventh.” Kylie exclaimed excitedly, “What a coincidence! I’m getting married on the seventh too.” Then, she curiously asked Haven, “Which wedding dress did you choose?” Haven pointed to a dress displayed in the window with an open back and heart-shaped design, saying, “That one.” Kylie said in surprise, “What a coincidence! Not only are we getting married on the same day, but we’ve chosen the same dress. Now I’m curious who your husband is!” Haven gave a slight smile and simply said, “Take a guess.” Kylie paused momentarily at Haven’s words, as if something had occurred to her, but she quickly changed the subject. After all, Haven had ordered the dress first, and even though Kylie had paid a higher deposit, the manager had no right to give the dress to Kylie. So, the manager refunded Kylie’s deposit, and Haven successfully reclaimed her wedding dress. As Kylie left, she was furious. “Just wait! I’ll have my husband shut down your store!” After Kylie left, Haven returned to her apartment with her packaged wedding dress. At home, Wyatt was sitting on the living room sofa waiting for her. Wyatt didn’t notice the wedding dress in her hands and frowned as he asked, “Why are you only getting back now?” Haven answered, “Oh, I got held up with something.” Wyatt didn’t press further about where Haven had been. After a pause, he said with suppressed anger, “Our partners are already asking for the bid proposal. When are you going to finish it?” His tone carried an undercurrent of accusation and anger, as if Haven had committed a grave error. Not wanting to argue with Wyatt, Haven calmly responded, “I’m on vacation.” “So what? Does being on vacation mean you can’t work? This bid proposal is crucial for Taylor Group’s future development. Do you have any idea how important it is to me and the company?” Wyatt angrily slapped the table as he spoke. Haven stared at the irritated Wyatt, finding his behavior strange. The bid proposal was indeed important for Taylor Group and Wyatt, but it meant nothing to her, especially since she was no longer an employee of Taylor Group. Even if she were still with the company, he could have assigned the task to someone else. Haven just silently watched Wyatt’s outburst without saying a word. Her silence alone was enough to make Wyatt uneasy. Wyatt suppressed his anger, realizing his behavior had been somewhat excessive. So he softened his tone, walked over to Haven, and placing his hands on her shoulders, said, “Haven, I know it hasn’t been easy for you these years, following me and enduring so much. Once you finish this bid proposal, I’ll announce to all Taylor Group employees that you’re being promoted to Vice President. After me, you’ll be the most powerful person at Taylor Group. How does that sound?” In the past, Haven would have been moved to tears by such words. But now, having seen through Wyatt’s tactics, she was no longer the Haven who would be moved to tears by his promises. Once, for his words, she had given up a good job with a $300,000 annual salary. But after all these years, she had received nothing but empty promises. Seeing no reaction from Haven, Wyatt thought she didn’t like the proposal and asked, “Aren’t you happy with what I’m saying?” Haven gave a faint “hmm” and, not wanting Wyatt to notice her change, casually replied, “I am.” “Good. Now be a good girl and write that bid proposal for me.” Wyatt felt reassured. But he failed to notice the look in Haven’s eyes—one of profound indifference. At that moment, Wyatt’s phone rang. Haven could hear a tearful female voice on the other end. After hanging up, without explaining what had happened, Wyatt hurriedly left. Haven knew the caller was Kylie. She was curious about what Kylie had said to Wyatt on the phone that made him so anxious. Haven had no intention of prying, but when she went downstairs to take out the trash, she happened to see Wyatt sitting with his arm around Kylie in the coffee shop below their apartment. In the coffee shop, Kylie was crying as she confronted Wyatt, “I met Haven at the bridal shop today. She chose the exact same wedding dress as mine, and even set her wedding date on the same day as ours. I understand without you telling me—you and Haven grew up together, and your relationship is special. I just need to ask you one thing: are you marrying me or Haven?” Seeing Kylie cry, Wyatt felt his heart ache. He gently pulled her into his arms. Even as Kylie struggled and pounded his chest with her fists, he didn’t let go, explaining softly, “Haven did grow up with me, but she has this almost obsessive one-sided crush on me. I just want you to know that you’re the only one I want to marry. “Kylie, I’m sorry I didn’t explain this clearly to you sooner. That’s my fault.” Wyatt’s expression turned troubled. “She also has delusional disorder—when she can’t have me, she fantasizes about being my fiancée. But Kylie, please believe me, you’re the only one I love.” Wyatt’s heartfelt confession and explanation quickly dried Kylie’s tears. Ignoring the fact that they were in a coffee shop, they embraced tightly and kissed as if no one else was there. Standing outside the window, Haven heard everything and felt increasingly that this version of Wyatt wasn’t worth her affection. Unfortunately, it had taken her twelve whole years to see this clearly, but at least it wasn’t too late. When she returned home, Haven found several messages from Kylie on her phone. These messages were full of malice and warnings, with biting hostility in every line. [Wyatt told me everything. If I catch you chasing after him again, I’ll expose you at your company and ruin your reputation!] [You shameless slut! Don’t you fear karma for interfering in someone else’s relationship?] [We’re very happy together and about to get married. He would never be interested in someone as low-class as you. No matter how much you want him, it’s useless, understand?] Haven glanced at the messages expressionlessly, then put down her phone without replying. However, as soon as Wyatt got home, he anxiously asked, “Haven, you didn’t receive any strange messages, did you?” Haven answered, “No.” Hearing her response, Wyatt sighed with relief, but didn’t forget to remind Haven, “Remember to finish the bid proposal soon, don’t drag it out too long.” Unfortunately, Haven was destined to disappoint Wyatt. Despite Wyatt urging her almost daily about the bid proposal, Haven never started working on it. This delay continued until the day before Haven’s thirtieth birthday. During this time, Haven hadn’t appeared at the company, forcing Wyatt to hire a temporary new assistant. However, this new assistant frequently made mistakes, and Wyatt’s low growls could often be heard around the office, “How can you not know how to do this? Either do it right or get out!” The assistant defended herself with frustration, “Haven used to handle all of this. I’m just learning and don’t really understand it yet.” Wyatt tossed down the documents and irritably rubbed his temples. “When is Haven coming back?” The assistant asked confusedly, “Isn’t Haven…” About to quit? Before she could finish her sentence, a figure in a floral dress had already thrown herself into Wyatt’s arms. Kylie exclaimed excitedly, “Wyatt, tomorrow is our wedding day! I want to have a special wedding, so can we go to city hall tomorrow to get our marriage license first?” Upon seeing Kylie, Wyatt made an effort to suppress the irritation caused by work and affectionately tapped her nose as usual. “Of course, whatever makes you happy.” Kylie smiled sweetly and planted a light kiss on Wyatt’s cheek. “Wyatt, you’re so good to me.” When Wyatt returned home that evening, after a moment of contemplation, he said to Haven, “Your vacation should be ending tomorrow, right? And the tender documents are ready? If everything’s in order, go to the office tomorrow and send the files to our partners. Also, no matter what happens, don’t come looking for me tomorrow. I have some matters to attend to.” He had already anticipated Haven’s possible reactions and prepared his responses accordingly. However, to his surprise, Haven neither questioned him nor showed any objection—she simply agreed. This left Wyatt somewhat puzzled. “Aren’t you even a little curious about where I’m going tomorrow?” Haven smiled faintly but didn’t answer. Once, because she liked Wyatt, she would always follow closely behind him, wherever he went. But now, she no longer had feelings for him, and his whereabouts were no longer her concern. “You really don’t have anything to ask?” Wyatt looked at her with a hint of suspicion. Haven nodded gently. “I do.” “What is it?” Wyatt asked. Haven said, “Tomorrow I turn thirty. Do you remember what I said? After thirty, if you still haven’t married me, I won’t want you anymore.” “I know, but that was just a joke. Who would take something like that seriously? Besides, the company is just getting started, and I haven’t even thought about those things,” Wyatt replied dismissively. In his mind, Haven loved him so deeply that she couldn’t possibly let go of her feelings for him because of a casual remark. Looking at Wyatt’s nonchalant expression, Haven simply nodded calmly. “I understand.” The next morning, Wyatt hurriedly left home dressed in a crisp suit. Haven watched him go, silently thinking, “It’s finally coming to an end.” She changed into her own wedding dress, left a wedding invitation, and then turned to leave the apartment. She thought, “Wyatt, from now on, we have no connection, and I won’t disturb your life anymore.” After leaving the apartment, Haven hailed a taxi and headed straight for City Hall. She knew her future was still long ahead, and she was going to seek the happiness that truly belonged to her.
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