"Ah, this is Marcus, the new business tycoon, the love-struck fool. I heard they’re getting married in two days. Why are they still showing off their love?"
"I swear, they’re laying it on thick. So sweet, though!"
Some people in the crowd even pulled out their phones, starting live broadcasts.
But then, my gaze landed on her.
Vivian.
She was standing in the crowd, dressed in a hospital gown, her eyes searching through the throng.
Her face was pale, a strange smile twisting her lips.
When our eyes met, she casually stroked her belly with one hand, flashing me a look full of challenge and provocation.
I lowered my gaze, the noise around me suddenly feeling too overwhelming.
"I want to go home," I whispered, my heart aching. Back to my world, back to my own space, away from all of this.
Marcus was basking in the crowd's praise, a satisfied smile on his face. "Are you tired, darling? Can I go home with you?"
"No need." I pushed him away, the words coming out colder than I intended.
"Lila, why are you always angry lately?"
He softened his gaze, a helpless look in his eyes, as though he didn’t understand what was happening.
Before I could respond, his assistant appeared with an urgent report.