Chapter 2 Absurd! She Wants Me to Replace Her at the Altar
The message appeared on my phone.
This time, I pretended not to see it, putting her phone aside.
I paused my work of wrapping Wedding Favors.
I knew it would soon be useless.
Vivian Bennett came out of the bathroom and unlocked her phone.
She froze, her eyes wide as she stared at the screen.
I noticed the excitement and joy she was trying to hide behind her troubled expression.
I no longer wanted to be involved in her choices, but before I could leave, she suddenly spoke up: “Sophie, I have a question for you.’
Before I could answer, she asked, “What if, just before your wedding, a highly influential person, someone you’d only see in the news, pursued you? Someone who’s a thousand times better than your fiancé. Would you cross class boundaries for him?”
I looked at her.
By asking this, she had already made her choice.
If she hadn’t, she would have ignored the message, come back to continue wrapping the Wedding Favors, and kept preparing for the wedding.
In my previous life, it was because I meddled too much that I became the villain in her eyes.
And in the end, I paid the price with my life.
We grew up together, and I didn’t want to see her go down the wrong path.
I was afraid she’d be tempted by desire and profit, making the wrong choice.
After all, the invitations had already been sent out. Both families had met, and everyone was waiting for her and her boyfriend to tie the knot.
So, I couldn’t just ignore that message.
I was afraid it might just be a bet or a joke among the rich.
Even worse, it might be a prank.
It would break the hearts of two ordinary families and turn her into someone viewed as vain and selfish.
Chapter 2 Absurd! She Wants Me to Replace Her at the Altar
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And that’s what made her resent me.
Of course, I was also wrong.
I admit it.
Right now, the excitement in her expression told me everything.
Her values and life perspective were completely different from mine.
She had been the prom queen growing up, living a life where she was adored by everyone. This made her seek
something greater.
The prom queen should be paired with a prince.
Or rather, in novels, the prom queen should be with the prince of Beijing’s elite.
Not with an ordinary person from an ordinary family, heading towards a mundane life.
She never had the opportunity before, but now, she had a chance.
She wasn’t about to lose it.
In my previous life, she told me not to decide her life for her.
So, in this life, when she asked me that question, I simply replied, “Your life, you decide.”
But then, she hesitated strangely.
She paced back and forth with her phone in hand.
“But how can you be sure that person truly loves you?”
She knew better than that.
She knows just how much real affection, mixed with fake feelings, could be hidden behind such a message from someone in a higher position.
But it was 100,000 a month.
Her job as a teacher barely made that amount annually.
Her boyfriend, though a federal employee, had an income close to hers.
The temptation of money was enormous.
Moreover, she might have the chance to meet people from higher circles, experience a different life.
To stand beside powerful people and witness the colorful world.
Desire was like a kaleidoscope, presenting a dazzling array of possibilities before her eyes.
It was dizzying, it was alluring.
As I expected, she immediately looked down and responded to the message, her smile barely contained.
Then, without a second thought, she left the house in the middle of the night.
I knew she was going to meet him.
She was going to meet the person she thought would lead her to another world.
I discarded the bridesmaid dress. From then on, her life had nothing to do with me anymore.
Vivian Bennett returned that night.
I was already asleep, but she called me on video.
I saw her lipstick was smudged, and her blouse hung misbuttoned.
Even the redness on her cheeks hadn’t faded.
I frowned.
There was a sense of indescribable disgust.
This was my best friend, the person I grew up with, the one I considered family.
She wasn’t anyone else, yet she had gone to another man while still having a boyfriend.
I physically had to fight the urge to vomit, but I managed to suppress it.
Her excited eyes were full of thrill: “Sophie, guess what? I think I’m about to become a top-tier socialite.”
Top-tier socialite?
Just one night was enough to make her feel this way.
It seemed like Chadwick Carter had taken her to places we commoners would never reach in our lifetime,
But was that really hers?
Vivian Bennett didn’t know that every gift from fate came with a hidden price.
I watched her silently, not responding.
I knew she’d continue speaking. She lacked someone to share her boasting with.
Sure enough, she went on: “This stagnant life, where everything is predictable, isn’t for me. Sophie, someone like me deserves a better person, deserves a better life.”
She sighed: “I’m sick of this slow death of a relationship. I’ve lost all feelings for Mark Hernandez.”
Mark Hernandez.
Her fiancé.
At this moment, he was probably asleep, dreaming about the woman he was about to marry.
While his bride was plotting how to break off the engagement.
I still didn’t say anything.
Vivian Bennett eagerly said to me, “I don’t want to marry Mark Hernandez anymore, Sophie. I want to break up with him. I don’t want to get married.”
“But the invitations have already been sent out. What do I do?”!
See, she couldn’t back out cleanly. She knew how difficult it would be to call off the wedding.
After all, everything had been prepared, and now, suddenly, she was saying she wouldn’t marry
Who would she be embarrassing by doing this?
him.
She understood the pros and cons, so she leaned closer to the screen, tentatively asking, “Sophie, since you don’t have a boyfriend, how about you marry him for me? Why let good husband material go to waste? You two are a good match, and I’ll come to the wedding and tell everyone that you’re not some homewrecker, that I voluntarily withdrew. So… what do you say?”
