That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

On Heather’s twenty-fourth birthday, amidst the dream celebration everyone had crafted for her, Josie ruthlessly ruined it by humiliating her and making her the subject of gossip for a lifetime.

News of the event could no longer be contained, and it was bound to spread throughout the city soon.

Presumably, Heather would never want to celebrate her birthday again in her lifetime.

“You’re more ruthless than I am.”

Tears welled up in Josie’s eyes, falling like heavy raindrops onto the back of her hand due to the pain. Yet she remained defiant. “It’s you who taught me to hit someone where it hurts.”

In pitch darkness, Dexter stared at her, wishing he could kill her, yet his heart ached just as intensely.

“Why has it come to this?” He pushed her away. “Are you happy ruining her life? The Josie I know wouldn’t stoop to this level.”

These words struck Josie to her core. She parted her lips and tilted her head back. “Are you surprised? You must be heartbroken now. I’ve ruined your princess. Her life is over. But what about me? What about my life?”

Dexter’s side profile was rigid, the veins on the back of his hand slowly subsiding. “You are not the same.”

“What’s different?”

“Just because she’s Liana and I’m Josie, you can always accommodate whatever she does, while I’m always to be blamed, right? Yes, she’s the daughter of the family. Of course it’s different. And me? I’m worth nothing to you. If my life

spoke, she moved closer to him. Tears streaming down her pale

could you treat someone you love like

Liana is the only

fragile that

slowly in the darkness. As he reached out to touch her face, his hand felt dampness.

say

“Does it hurt?”

silent, her breathing somewhat

“She has been lost for many years, hardly experiencing any happiness. I owe her. My past with her is different and incomparable to ours, so don’t

like I deserved that

said, “You shouldn’t be playing these

she’s being

I?” she asked, looking up.

gently wiped away the tears from her face, his Catholic rosaries occasionally brushing against her