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Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t help but check the home surveillance.
On the screen, Lydia Harris was wearing my nightgown, lounging in our new house.
Theo Brooks, who never did housework and always criticized me for drinking, was in the kitchen making her a hangover soup.
Lydia looked up at him, “A stand–in, are you really going to marry her?”
Theo didn’t reply, instead bending down to massage Lydia’s foot.
“You don’t have to say it, I know you’re doing all this to upset me. The proposal party was just to make me show up.”
“You can’t forget me. This room is decorated to my taste, the wedding ring is the style I like, the cake has our initials, even the shoes she’s wearing are ones I didn’t want.”
With that, Lydia pressed her foot against Theo’s chest.
“The one you love has always been me.”
Theo remained silent.
After a moment’s pause, he suddenly embraced Lydia.
He poured all his love into a passionate kiss.
Watching this, tears streamed down my face.
I remembered our five years together, every time I wanted to kiss him, he’d find an excuse to avoid it.
I thought he was just shy.
I never imagined he reserved his deepest affection for Lydia.
For five years, his body was with me, but his heart belonged to another woman.
I took a deep breath, ready to leave.
But Theo, somehow, was downstairs, calling my name.
When I turned around, he instinctively let go of Lydia’s hand.
“Lydia drank too much tonight. I was worried about her walking alone, so I brought her home.”
“She’s considerate, worried you’d misunderstand, she insisted on leaving first.”
Theo, usually a man of few words, seemed to have endless things to say about Lydia.
And every word was in her defense.
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Clearly, I’m the girlfriend who has known him for years.
Clearly, I’m the fiancée who’s been through so much with him.
Why, in the end, did I become just a substitute?
I held back my heartache, took a deep breath.
“An offspring of an affair is still an affair.”
Hearing my words, Theo suddenly got angry.
“Nora Harris! How can you say that about Lydia? Apologize to her now!”
“No wonder no one cares about you since you were little, no wonder no one likes you. Your sharp tongue makes me sick, you deserve to be
unloved!”
As if afraid I’d hurt Lydia, Theo pushed me aside to protect her.
The soft moonlight fell on Theo’s face.
That concerned look overlapped with the warm figure in my memory.
Many, many years ago, when we were young.
Theo would protect me like this.
He said, “Nora, you’re the kindest girl. Even if everyone ignores you, I’ll love you forever and ever.”
Growing up, I always kept Theo’s words close to my heart.
I worked hard, wanting to create a beautiful future with him.
But whenever I brought it up, he’d always brush it off with “We’ll talk about it later.”
And now, Lydia Harris appeared.
He didn’t even bother with excuses anymore.
With “You deserve to be unloved,” he stabbed my deepest wound.
