"I've made an appointment to try on a wedding dress tomorrow. Also, your suit has arrived," I uttered, my voice somewhat hoarse from my suppressed emotions.

In truth, the wedding dress hadn't arrived yet. I deliberately said that and stared intently into his eyes, wondering if I would be able to spot any hesitation in them.

However, there was none. Zachary's expression didn't falter in the slightest as he nodded easily. "Got it."

After that, he grabbed his jacket and got ready to leave. "The client is waiting for me, so I have to go now."

I wasn't doing a very good job at hiding my emotions, but Zachary was in too much of a hurry to leave to realize anything was amiss.

Once he had left the house, I stepped out too.

Zachary didn't head for the parking lot. Confused, I continued following him from a distance.

Unexpectedly, he walked straight toward an apartment building near the oth

Now that things had developed to this point, did he really think he deserved another chance?

"Let go!" I snapped harshly, tugging hard on my suitcase.

Nonetheless, Zachary held on tightly. When he spotted the coldness and determination in my eyes, he abruptly let go in shock.

Having regained my freedom, I didn't hesitate to turn and leave.

"Tia…" he called out in a choked voice.

I paused in my tracks briefly, then continued forward without looking back.

The night was dark and silent as I stood alone by the roadside. My romantic relationship had ended messily, but I didn't want myself to turn into a mess, so I kept my calm.

A car slowly drove over before coming to a stop beside me. Upon seeing the man stepping out of the car, I was stunned.

Finnegan Quent was Zachary's best friend, and he used to be mine as well. To be more accurate, the three of us had grown up together and used 

Two years ago, Zachary won a lawsuit but made an enemy who wanted to take revenge on him. As his enemy sped his car toward us, I shoved him away but was sent flying by the impact.

I didn't die from the incident, but my leg was severely injured, and I developed a limp.

After many rounds of physiotherapy, I was mostly recovered. However, traumatized by the event, I couldn't continue working as a lawyer. Instead, I opened up a cafe.

I had saved him of my own volition, so I had never blamed him or even expected him to take responsibility for me. After all, back then, we got together because of our mutual feelings for each other.

Back in the present, Zachary grabbed my hand.

When I sensed the faint trembling coming from him, I raised my reddened eyes to look at him.

A mix of complicated emotions was swirling in Zachary's eyes. "Don't say that just because you're angry. You shouldn't joke about such matters."

Did that mean he still cared for me? 

My eyes burned with newly formed tears, and I turned my head away, not wanting to look at him.

A moment of silence later, Zachary said, "We'll be okay in the future."

"Do you still love me?" I asked him seriously.

He fell silent, and just as my heart sank, he spoke. "We're too familiar with each other, and we've been dating for five years. To be honest, life has become rather boring."

That meant he had grown tired of me.

But we were just fine a while ago, weren't we? We were even planning out our future and everything. Why did he suddenly find life with me boring?

"Tia, there's no way we're breaking up. I just think it's time for us to change things up a bit," Zachary said. 

"How?" I asked hoarsely.

To my surprise, he replied with, "Let's get married."

Since we had been together for so many years, I couldn't deny that I had hoped we would marry one day. I just wasn't sure if Zachary truly wanted to get married.

However, he genuinely seemed serious about it. The next day, he bought a ring and officially proposed to me. He even told me he had fired Kristina. It was as though he had temporarily lost his way and was now finding his way back.

He threw himself into preparations for the wedding, which we had set for a month later.

Zachary had me pick out a wedding dress for our photoshoot while he also planned our honeymoon. As for the wedding invitation cards, we designed them together. He even personally wrote down our names on the invitation cards.

Happiness returned to Zachary's face, and he started being incredibly mindful of me again. Whenever he had the time, he would definitely pick me up from work.

He looked genuinely hopeful about the idea of getting married, which reminded me of when we first started dating.

Perhaps, this was exactly the kind of change we needed.

Nonetheless, right as I focused on our wedding preparations, reality decided to deal me a harsh blow. I accidentally caught a glimpse of a message Zachary had received.

"Darling, I miss you. Come over earlier tonight, okay?" the message wrote. 

I was utterly dumbfounded, my entire body stiff as I sat there.

A few seconds later, I reached out to grab Zachary's phone, my hand shaking so much that I nearly lost my grip on it. The message was from someone saved as "Kris".

I instantly thought of that intern assistant, Kristina.

Following that, I tried to unlock the phone using my birthdate, only to fail. It seemed that at some point in time, Zachary had changed his phone lockscreen number.

I placed the phone back in its original spot, just as Zachary happened to come out of the bathroom.

Seeing me sitting beside his phone, he briefly paused in the middle of drying his hair. Then, he approached me and attempted to sound casual as he asked, "Did anyone message or call me?"

I clenched my fingers, my nails digging deep into my palms as I tried to suppress the raging emotions within me. Feigning calm, I shook my head and replied, "I didn't hear any notifications."

Upon hearing that, Zachary visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

I got up to pour a glass of water and asked in a seemingly casual tone, "Are you waiting for someone to contact you?"

Zachary had been checking his phone, his lips curling up slightly. However, when he heard my question, the smile instantly disappeared. "Yeah. I have a client who wants to talk tonight."

Recently, he had been going out every night, claiming he needed to meet his clients. 

And here I had been wondering why it seemed like none of his recent clients were ever free during the day. As it turned out, he had been busy going out on dates.

It wasn't that Zachary had gone back to being how he was when we first started dating. Instead, it was because he was dating someone else. 

How ironic. He was my fiancé, yet he was currently in love with someone else.

"I've made an appointment to try on a wedding dress tomorrow. Also, your suit has arrived," I uttered, my voice somewhat hoarse from my suppressed emotions.

In truth, the wedding dress hadn't arrived yet. I deliberately said that and stared intently into his eyes, wondering if I would be able to spot any hesitation in them.

However, there was none. Zachary's expression didn't falter in the slightest as he nodded easily. "Got it."

After that, he grabbed his jacket and got ready to leave. "The client is waiting for me, so I have to go now."

I wasn't doing a very good job at hiding my emotions, but Zachary was in too much of a hurry to leave to realize anything was amiss.

Once he had left the house, I stepped out too.

Zachary didn't head for the parking lot. Confused, I continued following him from a distance.

Unexpectedly, he walked straight toward an apartment building near the other exit of our neighborhood and entered it. There wasn't any hesitation at all, as though he was fam

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