“Impossible. This is Mr. Stanley’s residence, right?”
I nodded. He double-checked, then insisted he hadn’t made a mistake. Soon, several large boxes were carried inside.
When he left, I opened one with trembling hands.
Inside were wedding photos of Stanley and Darlene.
They were wearing eight full outfits in eight different settings. And in every one, he was smiling at her in ways he’d never smiled at me.
Each photo pierced me like a needle.
And just as I lifted my gaze, there they were, standing in the doorway.
Stanley had his arm wrapped around her as he ordered, “Give me a hand. She’s drunk.”
He ordered me around as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if our fight earlier had never happened.
So I didn’t move. Instead, I pointed at the stack of boxes behind me.
“You’ve got five minutes to clear out this trash,” I said coldly. “Including her.”
Darlene, her face flushed from alcohol, clung to his chest with a wounded look.
“There’s no need to be so harsh,” Stanley scolded. “Those portraits were for her mother. Before she passed away, her only wish was to see her daughter get married.”
Avery's POV
“It was just to make her mother happy? Then why take it so seriously?” I snapped.