Love That Slipped Away

It was lively at the Summers' residence. Willow opened the door for us.

Our wedding date was approaching, and all our relatives and friends were gathering to discuss it.

Once everyone got to their seats, Eric announced publicly.

"Mom, Dad, I've prepared one billion in cash and ninety-nine of the best villas as her dowry. I'll make sure that Whitney gets married in style!"

Everyone gushed and exclaimed in surprise at the announcement.

I lowered my eyes to avoid anyone noticing the cynical look in them while I raised my glass at the crowd.

There was once upon a time when I looked forward to this.

However, all that hope had now turned to complete disgust.

Toasts were given as the party went out amidst the guests' laughter. Everyone approached my parents to congratulate them on getting a wonderful son-in-law.

Eric had been reminding me not to drink too much, but the next second, he claimed there was an emergency at work and that he could return soon.

Willow threw a glance at me the moment Eric left. She smiled and walked away seductively with lust in her eyes.

I stared at my cell. There was one simple word in the message, "Rooftop."

It felt like I had lost control of myself as I walked out of the rowdy crowd robotically toward the fourth floor.

Even though I knew what I was about to witness, it still hurt me tremendously.

Willow's moans and Eric's grunts rang in my ear.

"You're so impatient, Eric. This is the storeroom…"

Eric heaved Willow up in the air. I could see her hanging onto Eric from the door's creak.

"Who do you like better? Me or Whitney…?"

The dark hid Eric's face from me.

"She's not as slutty as you are."

Disgust filled my stomach, and I wanted to throw up. I covered my mouth and tried to run away.

As I turned, I knocked into something heavy, and Eric called out in a strained voice.

"Who's there?"

I ignored him and quickly ran out of there.

Downstairs was filled with happy voices as everyone clinked their glasses.

Upstairs was the man I had loved for seven years, sticking it into a woman he had grown up with.

Everything seemed to have something to do with me, yet at the same time, it felt like they had nothing to do with me.

There was nowhere I could turn to. I hid in the washroom and clenched my chest hard. My heart hurt, and my tears fell freely.

I cried until I threw up and fell sitting to the ground.

After seeing so many pictures of them, I thought I would be numb by now.

However, when I saw it happening right in front of me, the pain got a thousand times worse.

All that was left after the pain was disgust, and it filled every part of my body.

I hated them as much as I loved them.

Gradually, I managed to get up by leaning against the wall. I wiped away my tears and walked out with my head held high.

I told no one about this. I left the Summers' residence and arrived at the office of the fake death service. I quietly completed all the procedures I needed.

When I saw the female corpse that would be used to replace me, I was not scared. All I did was sigh with relief. I was finally able to leave.