The necklace was obviously a freebie that came with a larger purchase. I saw it in Luke’s shopping cart a few days ago.
“I don’t want it,” I replied bluntly.
Luke frowned. “What’s with the attitude? You barged into the funeral and told everyone I wasn’t her fiance, making her look bad. She’s been generous enough not to hold a grudge and even sent you a gift. Can’t you be a little grateful?”
The man who once protected me no longer existed. Someone else held his heart by then.
Frustrated, Luke rolled down the window, letting the wind in. After a long silence, he saw that I was not placating him. Finally, he said, “Forget it. I’ll let it go today since we’re going to pick out your wedding dress.”
It was the first time he had softened his attitude toward me that year.
At the bridal boutique, the staff welcomed us warmly.
“Mr. Graham, Ms. Lane, your custom-made wedding dresses and suits are ready.”
However, Luke’s attention was not on the outfits. Instead, he was anxiously engrossed in his phone.
Noticing my gaze, he quickly put away his phone and flashed an apologetic smile. “Anna, Mandy’s having some issues. I need to head over there. Try on the dresses and pick a suit for me. I trust your taste.”
With that, he hailed a cab and left in a hurry, leaving me alone.
The staff approached cautiously, “Ms. Lane, would you like to select the suit yourself?”
I withdrew my gaze and nodded.
The suit had to be chosen, just not for Luke.
After all, the groom had changed.
Back home, I thought Luke would stay out all night, but he appeared before dinner. He was carrying a food bag when he got back.
“I went all over town to get this for you. They’re meatballs from Highbury.”
I looked at the meatballs. There were three fewer than usual, and one had a bite mark on it.
Half an hour ago, I saw Mandy Lynch’s social media post.
The picture was of the same meal now in front of me.
[My hubby went out late just to get me supper. Thank you, love!]
I set down the food as I suddenly lost my appetite.
“I don’t want it. Throw it away.”
Luke’s face darkened, but he held back his temper and sat beside me while complaining.
“You have no idea how pitiful Mandy was today. My parents went to her house to berate her for not having enough money. She was so upset that she cried. Mandy just returned from abroad, so she doesn’t have much money. I was thinking that we could use some of your money to help her out.”
His presumptuous tone made me feel sick.
I looked at him mockingly and spat, “You want me to fork out my own cash for your wife?”
