I had even planned for Tommy to be my little ring bearer at the wedding.
Instead, I was greeted by Anna's blatant provocation and Tommy's cold, lifeless body.
It felt like I was invisible as I watched Charles flirt openly with Anna right in front of me.
A wave of deep sorrow surged in my heart.
I was supposed to be his fiancée, and Anna was the one who should have meant nothing to him.
As if hearing a joke, Charles let out a laugh.
"I've known Anna for years, and you think you can compare to her?
"It's been five years, Cora. You should know better than to ask such foolish questions."
He wrapped his arm around Anna's shoulders and walked past me, his expression full of disgust.
Seeing the devastated look on my face, Charles kicked me hard.
"You're trying to manipulate me with that pathetic look, all because of a dog?
"Cora, you truly disgust me!"
He left with Anna by his side. I sat there, powerless, even hearing Anna's triumphant laughter.
The blood on Tommy's fur had long since dried, and the table was littered with leftover food.
Looking at the mess in front of me, I couldn't help but curl my lips in bitter self-mockery.
It was always like this.