Chapter 3
At the wedding dress shop, I was wearing a white wedding dress. A burn scar was visible on my shoulder, and the shop assistant awkwardly suggested. “Miss Mogane, maybe you should try this one instead?”
This was the fifth one I had tried on.
The scar was from a fire when I saved Adam, and it was large, difficult to cover.
A flicker of guilt appeared in Adam’s eyes, and after a few gestures, he turned off his phone.
As he wanted to touch the scar as he had so many times before, I silently avoided his hand.
His hand froze in midair.
“There are too many people,” I said evasively.
He looked confused for a moment but then pulled my hand tightly and kissed my fingertips. “Are you not happy? It’s fine. Rozella, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart.”
I felt a little disoriented. Through him, I seemed to see the eighteen–year–old Adam again.
But in just a moment, I snapped out of it.
Our relationship was just like this wedding dress.
Either the style was ugly, or it couldn’t cover up the scars.
Most importantly, he was already tainted.
“Mm
I pulled my hand away, responding lightly, and turned to change into the next one.
Just as I had finished taking off the wedding dress and was in my underwear, Adam’s phone rang outside the fitting
room.
Catherine a soft voice came through, saying her period had come, and her belly hurt so much that she felt like she was dying
Adam immediately comforted her
I quickly dressed back into my own clothes.
The next second. Adam ignored the sales assistant’s objections and directly pushed open the fitting room door- “Karelia, did you die in there? Why are you so slow?
He still had his finger on the voice message button. Ius tone suddenly becoming soft. “Don’t worry, I’ll coine over right now and keep you company
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I stared at him, and he seemed to flash a moment of guilt.
Realizing the atmosphere was off, the sales assistant laughed and intervened. “You’re about to get married, you can be a little gentler with your tone, right?”
Adam scoffed. “She’s just a deaf person, do I really need to care about the tone when talking to her?”
Maybe those words didn’t only comfort others but also comforted him.
The little guilt in his eyes disappeared immediately.
He didn’t care why I stopped trying on the wedding dress.
In the next second, after sending the voice message, he looked coldly at me and signed that something urgent had
come up at work and he had to leave immediately.
Saying that, he turned and left without looking back.
Catherine’s coquettish voice seemed to still echo in the store.
The sales assistant had witnessed a special love triangle.
She looked at me with sympathy.
I handed the wedding dress to her, and she asked, “Would you like to reschedule and come back another day to try
on dresses?”
Then she realized I couldn’t hear and was about to find paper and pen to communicate with me.
smiled at her. “No need, you can keep the deposit, I won’t be coming back.”
“You can hear? Then earlier._*
Under her surprised gaze, I turned off the recording button in my pocket, gave her a faint smile, and walked out
In the following days. Adam didn’t come home again. He only occasionally appeared in Catherine’s social media posts
While tidying up. I accidentally found his other phone. The contents inside made my once- calm heart turn ice cold
While the two of them were entangled in their passionate affair-
1 had already gotten my visa
1 started parking up my things at home
We had been together for ten years.
There were amdy too many shared memories.
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He once saved up his allowance for six months to buy the best camera, always begging and coaxing me to take pictures. He said every day we spent together was precious and deserved to be recorded.
But ever since Catherine came back-
Even when I wanted to take a family photo with him for New Year’s, he called me childish and pushed my hand. away in disgust.
Yet when I looked at Catherine’s social media, there they were–cheek to check in a picture together.
I used to be deaf and blind, not realizing such obvious provocation.
After gathering thousands of our old photos, I burned them all to ashes. The firelight reflected on my face–just like the day my parents passed away.
With only eight days left before the wedding. Adam finally came back.
He looked exhausted.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he frowned at me. “Why does the house feel so empty?”
I didn’t respond.
He didn’t bother to dwell on such trivial matters. Instead, he smiled and asked, “Did you pick out your wedding
dress?”
Seeing me nod, his eyes flashed with satisfaction. “Good.”
Then, he turned and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
I noticed the running shoes he had left by the entrance.
I opened them up for a look-
