"Now, the bride and the groom can exchange rings..."
We arrived just in time for this solemn moment.
I carefully supported my big belly and walked into the venue unsteadily. I pinched my thigh suddenly and exclaimed.
All eyes were focused on me, and the spotlight followed.
When Oliver saw me, he panicked. His eyes seemed to ask why I came.
Of course, I came. I was invited by Sydney.
"Opal, you're here. I'm glad you could come to bless us."
Sydney's face showed a decent smile as she looked at me like a winner.
What was there to be proud of?
Oliver and I met at a business gathering. After he persistently pursued me for a year, I happened to be ready for a relationship and agreed.
I had money, and I could spend it on whoever I wanted.
Oliver probably thought I was pretending to be rich and didn't spend much on him.
It was not surprising that he would think that. After all, I usually wore only a white shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of slippers.
The joy of minimalist dressing was great.
Meanwhile, Sydney kept seducing him, so he cheated on me.
Everyone despised a jerk.
Sydney was the only one who treated him as a treasure. She got pregnant out of wedlock and had a shotgun marriage. Silly woman. She'd suffer.
