My Love is Getting Married to Somebody ElseChapter 1
Mrs. Robinson offered me $10 million to leave her son. I had always believed that Dave Robinson and I shared a profound bond, so I thought it would be harmless to mention her offer as a joke.
But everything changed when I accidentally answered a phone call intended for him. A woman's voice chimed in on the other end.
“Dave, do you think gold-plated or solid-colored wedding invitations are better?”
In that instant, it felt as if I had plunged into icy waters. He was getting married. The reality hit me hard—what was I to him?
On the day of his wedding, I packed up all our shared memories and sent them to him before boarding a plane to start a new life in another country.
Two years later, Dave used every possible means to bring me back to America, just to ask me to watch a fireworks display with him.
Standing on the ancient city wall, with cherry blossoms falling like rain, he looked at me with red eyes and asked, "When you were nineteen, you said that people who watched fireworks together would stay together forever. Does that still hold true?"
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After that intimate moment, Dave went into the bathroom. I lay in bed, speaking through the glass door. “Dave, Mrs. Robinson visited me today.”
His voice, muffled by the sound of running water, replied, “What did you say?”
Suddenly, my phone buzzed non-stop. I turned over, my back aching, and picked it up.
A cheerful female voice asked, “Dave, should we go with gold-stamped or solid-colored wedding invitations?”
It felt like my world was collapsing. So Mrs. Robinson had been right—Dave was getting married.
Then what was I?
When Dave emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I remained frozen in shock. He approached me and gently massaged my neck, sensing that something was wrong. “What’s wrong? You look upset.”
I pushed him away lightly, trying to mask my emotions. “Your fiancée called. She wants to know if you prefer gold-stamped or solid-colored invitations.”
Without a second thought, Dave dropped the towel, quickly dressed in an elegant suit, and hurried out the door. No explanation, no hesitation—just gone.
That night, I cleaned myself up and lay in bed, waiting for his call. Morning came, and still, there was nothing.