And so, the two of them kissed deeply for ten full minutes. And for that ten full minutes, I stood there holding the camera.
Even the lines the host spoke to stir up cheers—those were my words.
Now, they were blessings for someone else.
Something inside me broke. My knees gave way and I sank to the side.
The last thing I heard before darkness closed in was their voices, perfectly in sync.
"I do."
When I opened my eyes again, the ceremony was already over and the driver was taking me back to the villa.
He mentioned casually that Justin had taken Rhea on their honeymoon and wouldn’t return for two months.
I glanced down at the faint bruises and needle marks on the back of my hand, which were still not healed.
And suddenly, I remembered—back when I still loved him—waiting in the pouring rain for three hours while he finished a business dinner.
I had fallen sick afterward. And that time, he stayed by my side the entire time, never leaving.
He had said softly back then, "It’s my fault for not taking care of my woman properly."
"This lifetime, I swear I’ll never let you catch a cold again."
Slowly, I stood and began packing only my own belongings, leaving everything he had given me behind.