Tracy sobbed as she said, "I don't blame Giselle for not taking care of me."
Giselle watched as the scene unfolded before her.
Tracy stroked her stomach. This was so ironic.
So, Giselle returned to her room, and the house fell into silence.
She began packing her belongings. Anything related to her and Ales, she cut them up with scissors and threw them all into the trash bin.
All the photos that were treasured by Alex in the past had been causally placed in the corner by her when she went downstairs.
For all the time Alex used to coax Tracy, Giselle kept cutting those memories. So, when Alex finally entered the room, he was met with several large trash bags.
He stepped forward and reached his hands to embrace her.
Suddenly Giselle's cold voice rang out, "You reek of perfume."
Alex halted. He sniffed himself. The expression on his face shifted between frustration and guilt.
"Giselle, Tracy is only staying until the day before our wedding. Her family will come to pick her up then. Don’t worry. I’ve been having nightmares lately, dreaming that you disappear."
Alex pulled her into his arms and breathed in her scent at her nape.
However, Giselle could smell the strong waves of perfume. It made her stomach churn. She shoved him away, rushed to the bathroom, and retched without stopping.
Alex immediately rushed over and asked in a panic voice, "Giselle, did you eat something bad? You don’t need to diet, you know. You’re already the most beautiful bride."
Yet Giselle continued vomiting. Her eyes turned red. Was this the baby protesting because she had decided to let go? Its reaction was extreme. She had not felt any morning sickness for a long time. Why now?
Alex was growing anxious. "Giselle, let me take you to the hospital."
Giselle shook off his hand. Only after she had emptied her stomach did she finally feel a little better.
She refreshed herself and looked at him. "Don’t you get it? It’s the perfume on you that’s making me sick."
Alex's face darkened with anger. He snapped, "Giselle, Tracy is my sister, she is not some stranger! She wasn’t feeling well and kept crying, so was I supposed to ignore her?"
Giselle remained indifferent. "Get out." She no longer had the energy to argue with him.
When Alex glanced at the trash bags on the floor, his brows furrowed. He then said, "Giselle, if you don’t like some of your clothes, just leave them. If you want some new ones I can buy them for you."
Giselle said with a flat tone, "Tracy seems crying again. You'd better go to her."
Once he heard this, Alex immediately turned and rushed upstairs.
Giselle disposed of all three garbage bags that were filled with her and Alex's memories, including all of their photos. All of them had been cut up.
If Alex bothered to check the contents of those trash bags, he would realize just how determined she was this time.
The next morning, when Giselle stepped out of her room, she saw Alex and Tracy sitting together in the living room. It seemed Alex was in a much better mood.
"Giselle, come here and take a look. I had someone deliver a bunch of new clothes and handbags. You and Tracy can pick whatever you both like."
Tracy put down a bracelet she had been admiring and spoke in a soft, sweet voice. "Alex, let Giselle choose first. I’ll be more sensible in the future."
Alex walked toward Giselle and took her hand. "I already lectured Tracy last night. I told her she has to treat you with respect."
When she heard the word "respect", Giselle said, "Alex, these bags and clothes are in pink, the kind that only young girls would like."
Alex's face stiffened. He excused, "I had my assistant pick a batch at random. If you don’t like them, I can have new ones sent over in an hour, if needed. It's very fast."
