"No, I'm crying from joy." I shook my head lightly, pulling him along as we strolled through the estate, walking among the flowers. Together, we looked as perfect as a fairytale couple.
In the heart of the rose garden, he carefully placed a pink diamond-carved rose in my hand and said, "A rose that will bloom forever, just like our love, lasting until the end of life."
I gazed at the exquisite pink diamond, then at the deep love in his eyes, resisting the urge to ask, is that true?
That evening, we sat on a hillside, watching brilliant fireworks light up the sky. But he seemed distracted, glancing at his phone now and then. I pretended not to notice and focused on the fireworks instead. They were grand yet fleeting, much like my marriage to Matthew.
That night, Matthew stayed with me in the castle. He personally prepared dinner for me while I sat in the living room watching TV. Flipping through channels, I stumbled upon a live broadcast featuring his mistress, Lindsay Zegler.
She was being roasted by a sharp-tongued reporter. "Miss Zegler, rumors say you have a benefactor supporting you. Is that true?"