It wasn’t until we reached the restaurant that the contrast between love and indifference hit me like a ton of bricks.
Even if Spencer’s feelings for me were still in the crush phase, he went the extra mile. He inquired about my food preferences, jotted them down, and made sure to steer clear of them when he ordered.
He placed the first bite on my plate with each dish using the serving spoon. Then he gazed at me with those wide, puppy-dog eyes, hanging on my every word, before breaking into a grin that said he’d just hit the jackpot.
It felt as if I had returned to my student days for a brief moment. His genuine and simple affection tugged at my heartstrings, stirring a deep, nostalgic ache.
When I got home, I packed my belongings and arranged for a moving company to take them to Spencer’s place.
Alone in the empty living room, I watched the clock slowly tick toward midnight. With just three hours left before the wedding, Theron was still nowhere to be seen.
I let out a bitter laugh, stretched out my stiff body, and changed into fresh clothes to start getting ready. Next, I contacted the wedding company to replace the groom. Thankfully, the quick and straightforward setup made the change seamless.
When I called Spencer, he answered before the first ring finished. Without a second thought, he agreed to my invitation.
We stood before the officiant three hours later, dressed in our wedding best.
Love and joy danced in his eyes, reflecting a long-awaited dream finally coming to life.
But just as the officiant asked us to exchange vows, the door burst open. Theron barged in, breathless and furious, his voice trembling with rage.
"Avery! What is the meaning of this?! How dare you betray me?!"
