Chapter 3

No wonder Ryan could be so heartless as to dig up his own mother's grave to frame me.

It turns out her death was all a scam.

I texted Chloe: "Ryan's mother isn't dead. The truth is in the email I sent you."

Whether she looked at it or not was no longer my concern.

My flight was booked for three days later. Stella had made the reservation herself.

When Chloe came back, she saw me packing.

Half my clothes were thrown out, with a small portion being shipped to Seattle.

"Why are you packing clothes?" Chloe asked, her expression doubtful.

I gave a perfunctory reply: "Moving."

She was silent for a moment, not catching on to anything amiss, and continued on her own:

"The Miller Group headquarters are in Seattle. We'll be settling there after we get married, so it's good to pack early."

Then she fixed me with a harsh stare.

"Apologize for Ryan's mother's incident as soon as possible. Don't make things difficult for me. How about on our wedding day?"

With that, she tossed down her phone and went to look for her ID. Today was the day she and Ryan were getting their marriage license.

She didn't come back until late that night. I opened my phone to find a message from Ryan pop up.

It was a dim photo of a beautiful woman.

In the picture, Chloe was wearing a provocative outfit, looking at the camera.

I closed my eyes, my heart still aching despite myself.

I forcefully suppressed that feeling and turned off my phone.

Late into the night, the phone by my pillow vibrated every hour. Each time it vibrated, it was Ryan sending me provocative videos of him and Chloe.

Until early the next morning, when Stella sent me a message.

"Mr. Miller, the flowers have bloomed. You may slowly return."

The attached photo showed two red booklets.

And a bouquet of vibrant red roses.

I hadn't expected her to still be caring for the plant I had casually given her years ago.

Inexplicably, a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

I replied with a single word: "Okay."

I put down my phone to pack up my work files on the computer. I didn't notice when Chloe had returned.

She was packing her daily necessities: "I'm moving in with Ryan for a few days. He's too busy preparing for the wedding on his own. Remember to show up on time for the wedding in two days. Don't be late."

After saying that, she went on a long explanation about how she was just going to help out normally, telling me not to make trouble again.

"Mm, I won't go," I said, keeping my eyes lowered.

After last night, the last bit of affection I had for her had completely dissipated.

Seeing my calm demeanor, a nameless panic swept over Chloe. She suddenly hesitated.

But thinking of Ryan's cloying acts of affection, she loosened her grip on her phone.

William loved her so much, what could possibly go wrong?

Thinking this, she breathed a sigh of relief and stopped arguing with me, disappearing from my sight.

I watched her retreating figure and made a phone call.

That evening, a helicopter landed in the square.

A man walked up to me: "Mr. Miller, the helicopter you ordered has arrived. It will safely transport you to Seattle in half an hour."

I nodded, then handed him an envelope.

"Deliver this envelope to the wedding venue tomorrow. It's my wedding gift for the bride and groom."