She didn’t know how long she had been walking when her phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a message from Simon.
As Luna opened the message, three wedding photos immediately appeared on her phone screen.
One showed Sophie leaning against Simon, the two of them looking intimate.
The second was of them sharing a sweet kiss in each other’s arms.
The third captured Simon on one knee, holding a bouquet, while Sophie beamed unreservedly.
“Today, we took our wedding photos, and he publicly proposed to me. I was really touched. He even asked to meet my parents. Aside from getting the marriage certificate, we’ve gone through all the steps necessary to have a wedding.
“Who says it’s bad to share a man? I can accept it—can you? After all, I’m not the one losing out.”
Luna stared at Sophie’s arrogant words, but she didn’t reply.
Instead, she forwarded the three wedding photos along with the pictures she had taken earlier of Simon’s dinner with Sophie’s parents to Susanna. She also attached screenshots of all their chat records.
“Make sure all of this is revealed on the wedding day,” she instructed.
After that, Luna slid her phone back into her pocket. She continued walking aimlessly, her steps heavy and lifeless.
She didn’t notice the out-of-control black car speeding toward her.
Bang!
Luna didn’t have time to get out of the way. She was sent flying nearly seven feet away.
It felt like an eternity before she opened her eyes again. The sharp smell of disinfectant hit her nose, and her vision was filled with the sterile white of a hospital room.
Simon, noticing she was awake, hurried to her bedside. His dark eyes were filled with worry and lingering fear.
“You’re awake! Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” he asked, his voice tight with concern.
Luna’s gaze shifted slowly, finally landing on Simon.
Simon’s eyes were red as he looked at her with a mix of nervousness and deep sorrow, as though he wished he could have taken her place and been the one injured.
Yet all Luna felt was a wave of nausea. The images of Simon and Sophie’s intimate wedding photos flashed in her mind, and her stomach churned violently.
“Simon, oh Simon…” she thought. “Which version of you is the real one?”
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you in pain? I’ll get the doctor,” Simon blurted out anxiously, turning to leave.
But before he could go, Luna grabbed his hand.
Her voice was hoarse as she asked, “Why are you here?”
