Chapter 12
Later, when the scar on my wrist had faded completely, Joseph brought me dress shopping.
Right outside of the bridal boutique, Lawrence showed up with a bouquet of lisianthus again, after all this while. “I’m not marrying Ivy anymore, Mirabelle. I’ve finally figured out what I want now. The one I love is you!”
I turned away in disgust. At the sight of his face, I was forced to recall the scene I saw on my birthday, where he had gotten down on one knee and proposed to Ivy. And now, Lawrence was using the same lips he had kissed another woman to tell me that he actually loved me. What a
joke!
I didn’t even bother to look at him. He couldn’t even hold a candle to Joseph now with his messy
stubble and unkempt face.
I looped my arm around Joseph’s and started walking around him, but Lawrence rushed over to grab my wrist. He held up a stack of medical records and flipped through them in front of me.
He said, “Ivy was never diagnosed with bone cancer! She lied to us! If I had known she wasn’t sick, I wouldn’t have gotten engaged with her. Please look at this, Mirabelle. Just look at it once! I’m not lying to you!”
Lawrence’s eyes were bloodshot eyes as he cried and pleaded with me.
Joseph, worried I might feel sorry for him, quickly pulled Lawrence’s hand away from mine. “Have some self–respect, Lawrence. And stop entertaining thoughts about my wife!”
With that, I reached out and knocked the meaningless stack of papers out of my face.
Whether Ivy’s diagnosis was real or not had nothing to do with me. All I knew was the things Lawrence had done wouldn’t magically disappear just because he showed me these fake medical records. I couldn’t pretend none of it ever happened and go back to him just like that.
Lawrence was truly asking for the impossible right now.
The medical records were scattered across the ground.
Upon seeing the jealousy on Joseph’s face, I leaned closer to him. I stepped over the scattered papers, not even sparing Lawrence another glance.
Back when Lawrence threw my resignation letter and documents at my face, I wondered if he had imagined there would come a day he’d get on his knees to beg for my forgiveness.
It was impossible to go back in time, and I’d never forgive him. But hating someone would drain my energy, so the best thing to do was to treat him like a stranger.
However, Lawrence still refused to give up. He scrambled to his feet and swung his fist toward
Joseph. “It’s all your fault for getting in the way! You stole Mirabelle from me!”
In order to shield me, Joseph let go of my hand and took the hit, falling to the ground. I hurriedly called for the security guards outside the bridal boutique.
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This was a private, high–end bridal boutique–only the famous and wealthy would come here. The staff had every reason to protect their clients.
Lawrence was pinned to the ground by a group of security guards within seconds. Yet I spared him no attention and rushed over to help Joseph up, my heart aching at the sight of him hurt.
Through the crowd, Lawrence finally realized that he no longer held any importance to me. He had lost the woman who had once treated him like he was her whole world. And I had finally found someone who looked at me the same way–like I was his everything.
