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Strangers in Wedding Photos
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"Miss Lin, the one you've chosen suits you very well. Would you like to try it on?"
The sales assistant's voice was like fine sand scraping against glass, gentle yet tinged with professional indifference.
The lace of the wedding dress scratched at my palm, an invisible judgment. With my heavy pregnant belly, I swayed in front of the mirror, my long hair sticking to my neck, slick with sweat.
Shen Yichen sent me a message, just one line: "There's a meeting today, I'll be back later."
Another day, another excuse; he couldn't even bother to change his expression.
I smiled and turned to ask the sales assistant to adjust the background music in the store. Casually, I inquired, "Did any customers cause a scene earlier? It seems a bit noisy outside."
The assistant hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly operated the computer. "It's nothing; it's just a colleague adjusting the surveillance. It has nothing to do with you."
Surveillance?
I pointed at the screen at the front desk. "Could you help me check if I left my handbag in the office? I remember bringing it in."
The assistant stammered but eventually clicked it up. The screen flickered, and my silhouette froze on the left side of the image. At that moment, the air seemed to solidify.
On the screen, Shen Yichen and Su Wanqing entered the fitting room side by side. Su Wanqing smiled like a cat that had just caught a mouse.
The camera captured every detail—she held out a light blue men's jacket and forcefully stuffed it into Shen Yichen's arms. He wore a stern expression but allowed her to tug at his sleeve and adjust his buttons.
Su Wanqing looked up at him with sultry eyes, even pretending to adjust his belt. Her slick fingers made her short hair and baby face all the more glaring.
I gripped the edge of the table tightly, cold sweat forming in my palms.
As the screen froze, her hand slipped into his arm. He didn't push her away.
The air felt suffocatingly tense. I stared at the screen like a fool, even my heartbeat seemed to slow for a moment.
Someone passed by me, the scent of perfume invading my nostrils, sickening enough to make me want to vomit.
"Miss Jiang, are you ordering a custom men's wedding suit tonight?"
Of course, what's wrong with trying on matching outfits for couples?
Su Wanqing's voice was so soft it almost blended into the air, but every word on the screen felt like a volcanic eruption—shattering my last shred of hope.
I automatically tuned out the clerk's explanations. Misunderstandings, collaborations… everything turned into a muddled mess.
Shen Yichen turned his head and nodded at Su Wanqing, naturally pulling out a black card without a hint of hesitation.
That was clearly the black card we used for our wedding anniversary! Su Wanqing tugged at the hem of the wedding dress—this was the style I had planned to choose for him…
My heart raced like a drum, pounding against my eardrums.
Sweat trickled from my palms, my nails digging into my flesh.
In that moment, my awkward figure with a protruding belly stood in stark contrast to her delicate beauty on the screen.
My life had become an outright joke.
A voice crashed into my mind: Given all this, what loyalty could I still hope for?
Memories surfaced.
When we first got married, I quit my job at the advertising agency, dedicating myself to being a good wife and mother, becoming nothing more than a shadow behind Shen Yichen.
He always said: "Having you at home is enough."
Gradually, he began to come home less often, his phone calls grew shorter, and work always seemed more important than I was.
It felt as though someone had stabbed a hole in my heart, leaving me in a state of painful numbness.
There was a knock at the door.
“Miss Lin, do you need to try on this batch of new wedding dresses?”
“No, thank you.”
I forced a smile, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, struggling to hold myself together.
All the details piled up in my mind: the cold dinner, the lingering scent of perfume in the bathroom, the note on the WeChat transfer—“Thank you for your help.”
Those subtle clues had suddenly sprouted sharp fangs overnight, tearing apart my softest parts.
Maybe things aren’t that bad? Perhaps it’s just a misunderstanding? I forced myself not to think too much.
But the pulling pain from my pregnant belly cruelly reminded me that no matter how sweet the lies are, they will eventually leak out if spoken too often.
The space between the wedding dresses felt as confining as a cage.
I adjusted my skirt; in the mirror, I saw a pale face with helpless eyes—clearly the visage of a defeated failure.
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