He became anxious. "Wait ... you forgot?"
"I don't care. We'll get married in three days. If you don't come ...." He paused, as if he had made up his mind. "I'll go to your family and tell them I'm their son-in-law!"
And as if afraid of hearing my rejection, he quickly slipped out the door.
I burst out laughing.
This fool, of course I remembered the bet.
Our two families were old friends and we grew up together, so how could we be lovers if we knew each other too well?
Ten years ago, he confessed his feelings to me and I said, "Let’s just be friends."
He looked heartbroken but insisted on making a bet with me.
I didn't expect I still lost in the end.
A few minutes later, I finished changing out of my wedding dress and Cornell sent me a photo.
How shocked I was when I saw all my belongings were piled up like garbage at the door of the villa.
The most eye-catching thing in my eyes was the hand-sewn wedding quilt my mother had made for me. It was stuffed carelessly in a transparent plastic bag and the bright red satin hurt my eyes in the sunlight.
[Come and pack your things, then get out of here quickly!]
[Since you don't want to marry me, I'll let Grace throw it away.]