Aunt Sandy's expression darkened as she spoke with displeasure, "You've said it nine times already. Does it really matter if you say it one more time? You keep saying you love Hudson, but you're unwilling to say anything. That's just too fake."
She spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I still remember the past clearly. For two full years since hiring Dr. Lola Reed, an overseas graduate, as his assistant, our wedding has been repeatedly postponed.
He always accepted Lola's bet on the wedding day and each time he lost completely.
On our first marriage, he lost a big bet and ended up giving away the venue to Lola for her birthday.
The people who attended the wedding that day were almost shocked when they saw her birthday photo on the big screen.
At our second wedding, after losing a dice game, he downed an entire bottle of high-proof liquor and ended up in the hospital.
The third time … and so on.
Every time, he said embarrassedly, "Becca, it's all for the company. Lola is exceptionally talented. If I want to keep her, I have no choice but to accept the consequence. I can't let her think I, as a boss, am a liar."