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"Everything's fine, really," he said with a smile.
The screen flickered once more. I finally let go of my grip, tears welling up in my eyes, but I swallowed them back down.
That phrase about the couple's outfits echoed in my mind: "What’s stopping you from trying them on?"
At that moment, the unease in my heart grew like wild grass, burying all the trust I once had.
My world came crashing down.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside. Someone shouted loudly, "President Shen! Congratulations on your wedding!"
The air felt like it had exploded, and the screen froze on the image of Su Wanqing linking arms with Shen Yichen.
The noise burst in my ears like a muffled thunderclap.
My fingertips went numb as I clutched my phone tightly; it felt as if the wedding dress had turned into a grave.
Outside—
"Lin Yue? Weren't you told to go to the venue? President Shen is waiting for you."
The shop assistant smiled shyly, her voice feigning lightness.
I struggled to hold my belly and made my way out of the bridal shop. The air was thick with impending rain, and the damp wind swept under my skirt.
As night fell, the tall buildings under the neon lights glowed coldly.
Not far away stood Shen Yichen's company building; tonight was his annual gala.
The lights sparkled, and the welcoming hostesses wore radiant smiles, the atmosphere thick with the scent of fame and fortune that could cut through skin.
I tightened my grip on my bag and steadied my steps.
"Mrs. Lin? This way, please. President Shen is already seated."
The heavy hand of a security guard pressed on my shoulder, a subtle gesture that felt suffocating.
I obediently followed, my heart boiling like a pot of water, each beat splashing new wounds within me.
The overhead lights were blinding, and my ears filled with the clinking of glasses and the sharp sound of high heels striking the tiled floor.
Shen Yichen stood at the main table, his suit sharp and imposing, yet his smile was strictly businesslike.
Beside him was Su Wanqing, dressed in a light blue gown, her short hair neatly styled, her face radiating pride as if she had everything under control.
As I approached, the host on stage raised his voice: "Next, let's welcome President Shen and... his fiancée to the stage for a speech!"
Fiancée?
A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd, and smartphones shot up like a forest of cameras, capturing the moment as if it were breaking news.
My breath suddenly caught in my throat.
Su Wanqing unabashedly linked her arm with Shen Yichen's, tilting her head with a smile. "Thank you, everyone. We’ve finally reached our moment."
Applause, screams, snickers, and the click of cameras all swept toward me.
I stood in the center of the hall, the subject of everyone's ridicule.
Someone whispered, "Isn't that Mrs. Shen? With a belly that big, she still came to join the fun?"
Someone deliberately dropped a glass, splashing wine onto my white dress, the red spots mocking me like cruel taunts.
On stage, Shen Yichen remained expressionless, casually stating, "The main character today isn't me. Lin Yue, it's time for you to take a break."
A security guard approached me, his gaze icy as he grabbed my arm and began to lead me toward the exit.
I wanted to speak but was jostled by someone passing by, nearly losing my balance.
A sharp pain twisted in my abdomen, cold sweat trickling down my back.
The night grew darker as raindrops pelted the eaves in layers, like endless questions being hurled at me.
I was forcibly pushed out of the venue, rain soaking my hair and clothes, mixing with my makeup into a smeared mess.
I stood by the roadside, letting the cold rain pour down my throat, feeling as if I were drowning.
The phone vibrated.
A new update popped up in the Moments, signed by Su Wanqing.
The photo showed her linking arms with Shen Yichen, a bright smile on her face.
The caption was brief: "Finally waiting for our wedding."
The whole world felt like a massive cage.
My phone continued to buzz with group chat messages, gossip notifications, and anonymous DMs flooding in:
Lin Yue, this has truly become the biggest scandal online.
Sister-in-law, don’t blame me for speaking out; there’s proof, hang in there!
My fingers felt cold as I opened Shen Yichen’s photo album, using the password—he hadn’t changed it; it was my birthday.
On the screen, each photo was like a knife, cutting deep.
They were all of Su Wanqing, from the venue to the office, from the café to the rooftop—smiling, crying, daydreaming, acting cute—every shot captured her silhouette, except for one where she flaunted her face towards the camera.
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