A low, lazy chuckle came from the other side.
“What is it? You rejected me so many times, and now you think of me? As long as it’s you, it always counts, princess.”
For the first time that day, my heart felt steady.
But the moment I hung up, Tracy’s messages flooded in.
“Ulyssa, remember to wear the dress Felix and I played with tomorrow. Exciting, isn’t it?”
“Chased him for five years, and he never played with you like this, right?”
“Oh, and be careful digging the dress out of the trash. Don’t get your hands dirty.”
Then came photos of her and Felix in intimate poses.
Touching, flirting, reckless.
I felt nothing. Not even a frown.
I continued packing the last of my things.
Soon, the door was kicked open.
Felix stormed in.
“Ulyssa! How many times have I told you? Tracy is my foster sister! How dare you treat the dress she wore like that?!”
Before the words ended, he grabbed my collar and slammed me to the ground.
Falling with me was the torn wedding dress.
Tracy rushed in with perfect timing, dropping to her knees beside the dress.
“Felix, I only wore it for a moment… and Ulyssa threw it into the trash… it’s all my fault… I shouldn’t have touched her dress… Felix, please don’t blame her…”