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A week later, the Parker–Reed wedding took place. Considering that Olivia was pregnant, the ceremony was kept simple. Despite the streamlined proceedings, the opulence of the wedding still left the guests in awe.
From the moment the guests arrived, servers handed out lavish party favors worth hundreds of thousands. Everything they saw upon taking their seats was custom–made.
The venue was adorned with blooming Juliet roses, specially
cultivated by Julian for Olivia a decade ago.
The ceiling was draped in diamond crystals, also designed specifically for her. Even plates in front of the guests were
crafted by a master artisan to suit Olivia’s tastes.
Every detail of the wedding reflected Julian’s deep affection for Olivia, prompting guests to murmur in admiration.
“Mr. Parker and Ms. Reed are so in love! I heard they’re
childhood sweethearts.”
“Exactly! I heard Mr. Parker almost died saving Ms. Reed.”
“If I could marry someone like Mr. Parker… I’d be the luckiest
woman in the world…”
No matter how much the guests gossiped about their love, Julian remained unfazed. He was fixated on his phone, filled with
uncertainty.
It dawned on him that I had arrived at the hotel just last night. Yet, from then until now, he hadn’t received a single call from me, let alone a text. With that thought, he sent me a message: [How are you doing?】
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Just as he hit send, the wedding planner knocked.
“Mr. Parker, the ceremony is about to begin. You can head down for your entrance now.”
Julian quickly placed his phone on the table. “I’ll be right there.”
As he closed the door, his phone lit up unexpectedly, revealing a bright red exclamation mark next to the message he had just
sent.
With the soft strains of piano music, Julian stood at the end of the aisle, gazing deeply at Olivia, who was walking toward him in a flowing white gown. She held her long train, taking one step at a time. It should have been a moment of overwhelming joy, but Julian felt strangely calm.
As he watched Olivia approach, my image suddenly flashed before his eyes. I, too, was in a pristine white dress, joyfully walking toward him, eyes filled with love, sweetly calling his
name.
“Julian.”
“Julian.”
The image of me merged with Olivia as she waved and called
out to him,
“Julian, what’s wrong?”
Snapping back to reality, Julian shook his head, pushing away the image of me. He offered a soft smile. “Nothing, you look beautiful today.”
His spontaneous words made Olivia blush.
Soon, the officiant instructed the couple to hold hands. They began to recite their vows, and the officiant asked Julian if he
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What should have been an immediate response turned into a moment of silence. His gaze shifted from the expectant face of Olivia to the eager faces of the guests below. Finally, his eyes drifted to the empty doorway.
Long ago, I had vowed that if he ever married someone else, I would crash the wedding. Julian knew I wasn’t joking, which was why he had stationed numerous bodyguards at the entrance to prevent me from interrupting.
But the wedding was halfway over, and I hadn’t shown up. It should have been a joyous occasion, but he felt strangely empty.
Could it be that I truly meant what I said that I no longer loved
him?
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