Chapter 3
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I finally understood what was going on. My eyes were filled with disbelief as I looked at Gloria again. When I spoke, my voice became hoarse. "So, when we met at high school, you approached me with a purpose?"
Gloria's eyes were full of disdain as she nodded indifferently. "Of course, did you really think I'd help a country bumpkin? If you didn't look like Owen a bit, I wouldn't have talked to you."
The murmurs of the surrounding crowd were annoying, and I felt like a massive firework had exploded in my head, making it hard for me to stand steadily. All those cherished memories I had savored turned out to be a joke.
A malignant tumor needed to be removed in one go. I suppressed the pain in my heart and continued to ask, "Why? If the one you love has always been him, why did you choose me?"
I didn't want to miss any expression on Gloria's face, staring at her as if I wanted to make a fool of myself.
Gloria sighed exaggeratedly and turned to look at Owen beside her. I knew that expression all too well; it was her pretending to be angry and acting cute.
"Because Owen's parents disapproved of our relationship and sent him abroad. I felt upset and wanted to make him jealous," Gloria said casually.
Owen pinched her nose, speaking in a tone full of affection, "I should have taught you a lesson, silly girl."
Gloria stuck out her tongue playfully, but when her eyes fell on me, her adorable look disappeared. "Since you want to know, I'll tell you the truth. I applied to that university because it was my agreement with Owen. It's just a pity that, at that time, Owen had a damn fiancée; otherwise, I would've broken up with you long ago."
She continued, "I spread the rumor that a guy was chasing me to make Owen jealous. When you came looking for me, Owen was nearby. I wanted him to see me get close to you. And on your birthday before we broke up, when I said I was sick, it was actually when Owen confessed his love to me."
Each of Gloria's words stabbed into me like a knife. I felt as if my heart had stopped beating and were bleeding profusely. Everything she had done was for Owen; she never loved me.
I leaned against the table beside me, veins bulging on the back of my hand. "Gloria, did I do anything wrong? Why did you have to treat me like this..."
Just as Gloria was about to speak, a familiar male voice interrupted her. "You didn't do anything wrong, but some people have childhood bonds, right? Besides, Owen is Mr. Robinson's son. What do you have to compete with him?"
Zachary walked in from the doorway and handed a gift to Gloria casually. "Gloria, Owen, happy wedding." He smiled, glanced at me, and raised his voice. "Wishing you a long and happy marriage so no one else can bother you."
The "no one else" Zachary mentioned was me. I stayed silent, but my mind replayed what he had just said.
'Mr. Robinson... that is, Jacob Robinson. Is he the one who slapped himself before me last night, begging me to save the Robinson family?' I wondered.
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