Now, it was our wedding day.
When Zachary and I announced our marriage, it sparked a big controversy in Springfield. Those who had once been close to Zoey turned against him, accusing him of betraying her memory and marrying someone like me—a woman they considered toxic.
On the day of the wedding, the car was vandalized.
A group of masked people, rallying in Zoey’s name, had organized the destruction.
Fortunately, nothing worse happened, and the ceremony went on without further incident.
I was happy that day.
Looking back, I realized how foolish I had been and how naive I was to believe Zachary’s words.
The wedding wasn’t extravagant; most guests were his subordinates, attending only because of his pressure.
Still, I felt happy that day, even though I never fully understood why.
On the big screen, a single tear slid down and fell onto our wedding rings.
When I looked up, Zachary was smiling gently at me.
There was no formal officiant, no extravagant ceremony—just a simple exchange. But for me, it was enough. I knew he didn’t want to spend his life with me or grow old together. Still, I held on to the illusion.
Then, the scene cut abruptly.