Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel Grey limped to the marital room she was supposed to share with Louis Smith. Staring into the empty house, she knew no one was returning to the room other than her. Her eyes fell on the sticker spelling “Happily Married” on the door. Rachel stepped toward the sticker and tore it off the door, there was no hesitation or reluctance in her action. The wedding decorations in the room got on her nerve. She pulled herself together and kept all the wedding decorations away. Everything else was packed except for the pre–wedding photograph she’d taken with Louis.

She stood there silently with her eyes fixated on the pre–wedding photograph. The pain in her eyes eventually turned into emptiness. She reached for the nearby scissors and stabbed the smiling face in the pre–wedding picture.

After cleaning up all the traces of their so–called love, Rachel sat alone on the sofa the entire day until the night had fallen. Just when she felt drowsy in a trance–like, she heard the door opening from the outside.

She would usually have a broad smile on her face, ready to greet the person coming in through the door in the past. Today, she sat on the sofa silently, and there was no smile on her face.

There was no guilt on Louis‘ face at all when he saw Rachel sitting on the sofa. Exhausted, he sat on the couch, massaging his temple as he ordered, “Pour me a glass of water.” Rachel gave him a wry smile, “Louis, let’s break up.”

Her voice was firm and determined.

He stared at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable. She couldn’t tell what was playing in his mind.

are you looking like that? Isn’t this what you’ve been looking forward to since you left me during the wedding or even since the day Olivia returned to the country?”

the pack of cigarettes from the table and habitually took one from the box. He lit it and took a deep pull of his cigarette.

best option for us. Your misunderstanding toward Olivia is too deep,

threw a glance at the man sitting before her. She did not bother to hide her sneer.

in his hand. A hint of impatience appeared between his brows. “I’ve been trying to forget about Olivia for the past three years. But this is not something that I can control. I hope you can

but guffaw after hearing these words

have been together for the past three years, spending most of their time together. She

change him with her love