Why did I have to let Winona have the wedding dress I’d personally designed?
Last but not least, why did I have to let Winona have George?
I couldn’t stop myself from crying, but I did bite the back of my hand to muffle any sounds I made.
After a while, I took several deep breaths to calm down.
I kept telling myself that the quicker I finished packing, the sooner I could leave.
That night, I was already asleep when cold fingers reached out to touch my waist. When I opened my eyes, George’s eyes were staring right into mine.
He spoke in a low voice, sounding rather pitiful. “Mary, I can’t sleep alone.”
When I remained silent, he moved his head closer.
At that moment, his phone, which he had placed beside his pillow, lit up. The light coincidentally illuminated the love bite on his neck, making it appear glaringly obvious.
I hurriedly turned my face away to avoid his approaching lips. Bile rose in my throat at the sight, and I felt like vomiting.
Noting my discomfort, George quickly asked, “Mary, what’s wrong?”
I pointed at the door. “Get out. I just want to sleep by myself.”
In the hazy darkness of the room, I vaguely saw a surprised expression on George’s face, although I didn’t know if I had imagined it.
After what happened, I lost all semblance of drowsiness.
Unbidden, a memory came to me.
One evening, I’d decided to take a shortcut by going through an alleyway behind the school. Unfortunately, I had run into a thug with malicious intentions toward me.
Just as I was panicking, George had appeared out of nowhere and charged at the thug, who was wielding a knife. Despite the danger, George had risked his life to protect me.
At the time, we’d actually been giving each other the cold shoulder due to an argument, so I was surprised at his sudden appearance. Worried he would be hurt by the thug, I’d shakily taken out my phone to call the police.
After the thug had run away, he’d wrapped me up in a tight hug. “Don’t be scared, Mary, I’m here. No one can hurt you with me around.”
Still trembling from the fear, I’d asked worriedly, “George, are you okay? Are you injured?”
George had been clutching his arm, but he still shook his head at me. In the dim light of the alleyway, all I could see was the love and concern shining in his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter what happens to me, as long as you’re fine.”
The sincere and youthful George of the past slowly changed into the current George.
In an instant, I felt an emptiness yawning inside me, as well as an overwhelming sense of loss.
Just how did George and I end up like this?
Before I’d realized it, it was already morning. My phone calendar reminded me to pick up the wedding ring from the jewelry store today.
