years, and Sharon had even returned.
“I’ll go with whatever you like,” I replied impatiently, rubbing my aching eyes.
I had been crying so much lately that my eyes were sore and dry, making it hard to bear.
“Okay, I’ll take care of everything!” Andy said, gently patting my shoulder. He tucked me in and quietly left the room.
His careful movements made me sad. I felt like crying.
Everything about being with Andy indicated Mark did not love me.
The next day, I went shopping and saw Mark and Sharon at the supermarket picking out items for their home.
I felt sad, but I could not find the words to speak.
Just as I was about to leave, someone stopped me in a corner.
Mark’s lips came close to my ear. “Claire, this is the key to the new house.
“I have business dealings with Sharon, but you’re my only love.”
He placed a set of keys into my hand, kissed my neck quickly, and left in a hurry.
I found his retreating figure laughable. I wondered what that even meant.
A week later, I wore my wedding dress and walked down the aisle with Andy.
Sitting in the Rolls-Royce, I stared at the bouquet in my hands, lost in thought.
I realized I was cherished by someone, too.
I would need to forget Mark from that day onward.
Andy held me close, afraid I might feel uncomfortable in any way.
I gently leaned against him, closed my eyes, and listened to his heartbeat. Suddenly, my restless heart calmed down.
