Discovering My Boyfriend Married While Trying On Wedding Dresses

Melody was visibly moved by my words.

After all, what girl hasn't fantasized about being a beautiful bride?

Perhaps Dashiell also felt that what I said was right, as his expression changed slightly, and he didn't say anything more.

Seeing his softened demeanor, Melody's eyes flashed with hesitation as she tentatively asked, "Can I really try it on?"

I nodded, asking someone to help her change into the wedding dress.

Dashiell had already put on the groom's tuxedo.

Seeing Melody go to change into the wedding dress, he thought about taking off his tuxedo.

But I reached out and stopped him, "Melody's pregnant, everything's difficult for her. What if something happens while you're gone?"

Hearing this, he abandoned the idea and quietly stood beside me, waiting.

Yet, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

Catching his change in emotion, I felt a mocking smile tug at my lips.

Shortly after, Melody emerged, guided by the staff.

She wasn't showing yet, and her figure was similar to mine, the wedding dress fitting her perfectly.

Melody's face couldn't hide her joy as she asked with feigned modesty, "Dashiell, do I look good in this?"Dashiell snapped back to attention, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her as he heard her words. He softly responded with a "Mm-hmm."

In the next moment, another staff member approached.

Seeing this, they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "The wedding dress looks absolutely stunning on you. You two are truly the most perfectly matched bride and groom I've ever seen!"

As these words fell, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly.

Melody glanced uneasily at Dashiell, then put on a smile and began to explain, "No, you've misunderstood..."

Before she could finish, I started applauding, sincerely marveling, "They really do look great together! Melody, sis, that wedding dress is an absolute match made in heaven for you!"

How could we not let everyone appreciate something so beautiful?

As I finished speaking, Dashiell looked at me with disbelief in his eyes.

After all, I had always been wary of others touching my things in the past.

Especially something as meaningful as this wedding dress.

But now, not only had I given her permission to try it on, I was also praising her without reserve.

"Summer, you..."

I blinked and looked at him, "Okay, I was just saying. I suddenly remembered I have some unfinished work to take care of, so I need to rush back to the office now. I won't disturb you any longer."I'm walking towards the entrance of the bridal shop as I speak.

Dashiell sees this and tries to follow.

But Melody holds him back.

When I reach the doorway and look inside, I catch a glimpse of Dashiell's back as he helps her walk to the fitting room.

His support is gentle and careful, his gaze never leaving her.

It's as if with her there, no one else exists in his eyes.

At this moment, I feel a bit dazed.

Is he really marrying her out of a sense of duty like he claims?

Or does he truly have feelings for her?

I can't find the answer, nor do I want to set myself up for humiliation.

The next day, I arrive at the hospital as scheduled for my pre-surgery check-up.

When the doctor asks about the baby's father, I say, "He's busy with work and doesn't have time to accompany me."

When I woke up this morning, I thought about telling him about this.

But I called him several times and not once did he pick up.

After the surgery, the color drained from my face as I weakly lean against the wall, making my way out of the hospital.

As I reach the hospital lobby, I see Dashiell accompanying Melody for her prenatal check-up.

They both look startled when they see me.

Surprise flashes in Dashiell's eyes as he asks with concern, "Are you feeling unwell? Why did you come to the hospital alone?"