I remained wary. “You’re Mark’s good friend,
why are you telling me this?”
Vince looked at me deeply, then just told me
to get some sleep and left, taking his jacket
with him.
At the door, he paused and turned back.
“Don’t drink anything Mark gives you from
now on.”
“If you need help, call me anytime.”
He left his business card on the table.
Only after his footsteps disappeared did I
believe he was really gone.
The next second, I threw the card in the trash.
I also took the wedding photo off the
nightstand and slashed it several times before
throwing it away.
For three years, Mark never missed a single
holiday, showering me with gifts.
<
I threw them all into a box.
After doing all this, I looked at my pale face in
the mirror and calmly called my lawyer.
“I want a divorce. Draft a divorce agreement.
I’ll meet you at 2 pm tomorrow.
After hanging up, I started packing, preparing
to move out of this so–called marital home.
I found a diary in the study.
Mark’s handwriting, meticulously detailing his
deep love for Holly.
“I met the love of my life at a temple. Her
name is Holly. She’s frail, someone I want to
protect, but she’s against marriage.”
“I orchestrated our meeting, but she’s still
indifferent, only interested in her damn best
friend.”
“I finally used my influence to see her wish at
the temple, including her best friend’s. Her
best friend secretly loves me.”
“I think I found a way to get close to her.”
L
These words were like sharp knives, stabbing
my heart.
Memories from years ago flooded back.
Mark was a renowned heir in the city. He
funded my college education and defended
me when I was bullied.
From then on, he captured my heart.
Three years ago, Holly and I went to a temple
to make wishes.
Mark was there too.
He used his influence to read our wishes.
Holly’s wish was to never marry and remain
best friends with me forever.
My wish was for my crush to notice me–his
name was Mark.
No wonder he started paying attention to me
and relentlessly proposed.
I took out the marriage certificate I’d
treasured for three years from the safe.
My fingers gently touched the photo of Mark
and me.
I laughed, tears streaming down my face.
I thought this marriage was fate, but it was
just a joke.
Mark was the ruthless, yet devoted male lead
in a novel, and Holly was the oblivious,
innocent female lead.
I was the wicked, hated villain.
“Mark, from today on, I will no longer love
you. I will disappear from your life and let you
be with Holly.”
That night, I cried and developed a high fever.
In a daze, I called Mark, as I did every night.
I tried to hang up but the call went through.
“What?”
His voice was as cold as ever.
I opened my mouth, and Holly’s excited voice
came from the other end.
“Mark, what are you doing? Hurry up and help
me win this giant teddy bear!”
Mark chuckled softly. “Coming.‘
99
“Silly, you have to aim like this, your stance is
wrong…
“”
His tone was tender, something I’d never
heard before.
Everything I wanted to say choked in my
throat.
Mark’s late nights were spent with Holly. “Not saying anything? Hang up if you’re
done.”
He hung up coldly. My eyes burned, tears
falling.
It wasn’t Mark’s betrayal that hurt.
It was the betrayal of my best friend, who
swore to be with me forever.
In the middle of the night, I woke up in a
fever. I was afraid my brain would burn out.
I got dressed, took a cab to the hospital.
While getting an IV, I was lost in thought until
I heard a familiar voice.
<
“Mark, don’t be such a fussbudget. It’s just a
scraped knee. I can walk…”
But he looked worried and scooped her up.
“Don’t be stubborn.”
Holly blushed, resisting slightly.
“But you’re my best friend’s husband, we
have to keep our distance…
“”
Mark smiled, tapping her forehead.
“What are you thinking? I only see you as my
sister. You don’t have the figure of my wife.‘
Holly was annoyed and playfully punched his
chest.
“Don’t talk like that! Don’t insult me.”
“”
Mark’s eyes were full of affection as he held
her hand.
“And even if Wendy were here, she’d do the
same. Behave.”
Nurses giggled and gossiped.
“They’re so perfect! Just like the leads in a
novel.”
<
“If I had such a loving husband, even if he
were poor, I’d marry him.”
My heart felt like it was being crushed, the
pain almost unbearable.
I couldn’t stay there.
Before the IV was finished, I ripped it out and
practically ran out of the hospital.
I stumbled and almost bumped into someone.
He caught me. “Wendy?”
“What’s wrong?”
It was Vince.
His eyes were full of concern, watching my
tear–streaked face. He thought I was bullied
and his expression hardened.
“Who bullied you? Tell me.
“”
I shook my head desperately. “Please, take
me away from here.”
