Chapter 1

My wedding with my boyfriend of three years was just around the corner.

But then, I found so many texts on his phone.

Every single word, sent by him to another girl.

"I'm getting married."

"Any regrets?"

"I’m happier than you."

…

The night before our engagement, he sent her four final texts:

"Fine, you’ve really got guts."

"Stop being so stubborn, okay?"

"The wedding date’s set, the dress is ordered."

"Just come back, and you can be the bride."

It was my birthday when Scarlett Thorne returned.

A crowd was celebrating with me, showering me with birthday wishes, when she pushed the door open.

The woman wore a plush fleece jacket, her long hair cascading.

She strode up to us in high heels, just a few steps.

Then, she raised her hand and simply flung the contents of the teapot in front of her right onto my face.

After dousing me, she crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips.

She looked at the man sitting beside me and sneered,

"Is *that* the kind of person you’re dating now?"

"Terrible taste."

The private room fell silent.

The lively chatter that had filled the air just moments before vanished completely.

She held her head high, smiling triumphantly, as if absolutely certain the man beside me would pamper her just like old times.

After an eternity of silence, Liam Carter reached for a few napkins.

He gently wiped the tea stains from my cheek.

He cupped my face, his gaze serious yet tender, as if his eyes could only hold me.

"Oh? I think my taste is excellent."

"Ms. Thorne, my wedding with Bella is next week. I hope you can make it."

As if unable to believe these words could come from his mouth, she took a step back, then stormed out, slamming the door shut.

But even after she left, no one in the room dared to breathe.

Liam lowered his eyes, still gently wiping the tea leaves from my face.

Yet, as he wiped, he suddenly lifted his hand and violently smashed the priceless teacup on the table.

A deafening crash echoed.

Still, his smile remained perfectly composed, almost angelic.

He scanned everyone present.

Including me.

His thin lips curved slightly, and he said softly,

"Everyone, get out. Now."