Chapter 1
Minutes before our dream wedding, my fiancé literally threw me out of the bridal car.
“Iris is back–she’s lost at the airport right now.”
“She’s pregnant with my child, and I have to go take care of her.”
I whispered hoarsely: “What about me?”
His gaze was resolute, but his tone was icy to bone: “You are the love of my life.”
With that, he rushed out in a frenzy.
Standing alone on the roadside in my wedding dress, I was crying and laughing like a fool.
My phone kept flashing with the same number. Finally, I answered.
A hurt voice came through: “Aria, where are you? I was joking about crashing the wedding–you’re not actually too scared to show up, are you?”
I said calmly: “No need to crash it. Let’s get married.”
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After bought new clothes at the mall, I threw my wedding dress straight into a dumpster.
Opening my phone, I saw dozens of missed calls from my parents and friends.
Preston had only sent a few messages, but each word stabbing right into my heart:
[Aria, I can’t reach you.]
[So I had Iris fill in as the bride temporarily. I never gave her a proper wedding when we were married, so consider
this making up for it.]
[Make sure to thank Iris. Being pregnant and wearing such a heavy dress, that was really tough on her.]
[Oh, and I’m bringing Iris home to stay. I need to take care of her until she has the baby and finds someone to rely on.]
[You know she’s my ex–wife, and I’ll always feel responsible for her. You wouldn’t want me to be some heartless bastard, would you?]
I stared at the screen, my lips twisting into a bitter smile.
Chapter 1
Yeah, he really was a stand–up guy.
Too bad that loyalty was only reserved exclusively for Iris.
Three months before, when Iris’s boyfriend died, he caught a red–eye to London for the funeral.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it, but he acted like it was obvious:
‘Aria, she’s still my ex–wife. Even without love, there’s history there. She really needs me right now.”
And what was the result?
This transatlantic flight was simply to ensure he could safely deliver his own sperm.
My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible fist.
I tilted my head back, blinking hard to keep the tears from falling.
It was time to go home, pack my stuff, and get the hell out of this ridiculous mess.
The moment I opened the door, I saw Iris wearing an apron, bustling around the dining table.
When she spotted me, she greeted me like the lady of the house:
‘You must be Aria! We can be like sisters from now on. Come sit–dinner’s ready.”
Preston stood behind her, naturally helping her untie the apron, his hands lingering at her waist:
‘I told you the housekeeper could cook. You’re pregnant–you shouldn’t be doing this yourself.”
ris dabbed at her eyes: “But… you always loved my cooking. You’ve lost quite a bit of weight in the two years since
our divorce.”
Preston immediately reached up to wipe her tears: “Hey, hey, now that you’re here to take care of me, I’ll put the weight back on in no time.”
Then he turned to me with a smile: “Aria, come try Iris’s cooking. Honestly, I’ve been craving this for two years.”
Watching him fuss over her, I suddenly got it.
He wasn’t craving the food–he was craving the person who made it.
No wonder every time I cooked these past two years, he’d say he wasn’t hungry.
It wasn’t that the food didn’t taste good–even his stomach only had room for Iris.
