Chapter 3
Two hours later, while I was busy handing over work, Michael texted me. “Bring in a cup of coffee.”
He was extremely picky about the sugar–to–bittemess ratio. No one in the company but me could get it just right.
I sighed and went to make his coffee. However, I didn’t expect to run into Natasha in the break room.
She smirked when she saw me. “Yvonne, you’ve really mellowed. I thought you’d barge into the office and catch us in the act.”
As she spoke, she tilted her chin, showing off the fresh red marks on her neck.
“Is that so?” I said, lowering my eyes and
My calmness startled her. She looked me
up the
Coffee beans. “Want a cup? Blue Mountain–great flavor.”
up and down like I was as
strange creature.
“What are you showing off for? You think Michael won’t di you?
“Let me tell you the truth. It was because of a joke I made th had a real wedding?”
Michael agreed to marry you back then. Otherwise, why do you think you got the certificate but never
“Tasha, what nonsense are you spouting?” Michael’s tall figure appeared in the doorway.
There was panic on his face, and he was glaring at Natasha.
But instead of being upset, Natasha clung to his arm like a spoiled child. “Did I say anything wrong? Michael, you married Yvonne just to make me happy, didn’t you?”
seemed to w
want to explain but couldn’t utter a word.
Michael’s expression turned complicated. He seemed
His gaze flickered, avoiding mine, guilt and confusion written all over his face.
I stood there stunned, Natasha’s words echoing in my ears.
Between me and Michael, I was always the one chasing after him. I pursued him for five years–from my shy confession to eventually proposing to him.
He never said yes or no, always hovering in ambiguity.
The day he suggested registering our marriage, I was so happy I couldn’t sleep all night.
I thought I had finally touched his heart–that he truly loved me.
But now, the cruel truth sliced through every illusion I ever had.
I smiled bitterly, pushing the coffee toward him. “Mr. Grant, your coffee is ready. I’ll be going now.”
Without waiting for his reaction, I turned and walked away.
That night, just as I was about to go to bed, my phone rang. It was Michael.
“Yvonne, what Natasha said this afternoon… she was just talking nonsense. Don’t take it to heart.” His voice was anxious. He was afraid I’d believe her.
I held the phone and said in a calm voice, “Mm. I know.”
Maybe my flat tone caught him off guard.
He paused before continuing “The 18th of next month is an auspicious day. Let’s have our wedding on that day.”
I gripped the phone tighter.
After a moment’s hesitation, I decided to tell him about the divorce. “Do you have time tom
