My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The engagement ceremony was taken place at the hanging garden the next day, the highest part of the Ophelia Hotel which appeared to be the most deluxe hotel in City N. It was said that no more than ten people in the city had the privilege to invite guests to the hanging garden.

Florence was putting on a long white dress embroidered with gems and she was wearing a delicate makeup. She was so beautiful that she looked like a fairy which had accidentally gotten into the human world. As she walked into the main hall of the hotel and was heading towards the lift, she caught a glimpse of a wedding poster at the side. It was a wedding photo of a man and a woman, who also happened to be the two people she was most familiar with in her life: her ex-boyfriend and her enemy at university for four years.

She did not expect them to actually get married today, even at the same hotel as hers…Her face went slightly pale and she felt heavy-hearted. There was some kind of irony in it. “Florence, what are you doing here?” A woman’s criticizing tone of voice suddenly rang at the hall. She then saw Isabel Hopkins who was wearing a white wedding gown walking towards her in rage in the next moment whereas Grayson Russell who was the groom was following behind her, all dressed up in black suit and leather shoes. He looked at her with a mixed expression and his lips tightly pursed.

Florence stared at both of them and those memories of their betrayal and harming popped out once again, making her somber. Isabel approached her and her look turned gloomier when she saw her gown. “You still don’t want to give up Grayson? Grayson’s broken up with you, why are you still bold enough to come here?” Her voice was loud and full of humiliation, attracting the bystanders’ attentions at once.

and examined her from head to toes, someone even started to gossip behind her back. Florence looked at both of them in disgust

was looking at a pathetic clown. “If you’re not shameless enough to show that you’re better than me who’s the bride, could it possibly be that

to mention being engaged with Ernest Hawkins, Florence was not even eligible to join the Hawkins’ engagement banquet. Isabel’s bridesmaid chuckled in

Florence tightened her muscles and she felt a burning fire in her chest. She wanted to admit that she was indeed Ernest’s fiancée, yet she could not say that in this situation, because no one would believe her. “See, you’re speechless. You

softly, “Go home, stop messing around. We’re already done.” His seemingly consoling and advising tone of voice had dealt a fatal blow to Florence’s pride. With her muscles tightened, Florence was burning with rage. With what could

bold enough to ask my fiancée not to mess around.” A cold voice of a man was heard from the entrance, both disdainful and sarcastic. Slightly shocked, Grayson turned around and was instantly stupefied with an incredulous look. Isabel followed his eyes and her face went cadaverous due to deep shock the moment she identified who that man was. It was Ernest Hawkins! Why, why did he say that Florence was his fiancée…Could it possibly

in a daze and her heart was racing. She did not expect him to be