The day before the birthday banquet, James sent over several gowns along with matching jewelry sets.
I refused to see him.
After waiting for a long time, he finally sent me a message.
James: Rory, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow. I love you.
I didn't reply.
At midnight, Yvonne sent me several photos.
In the pictures, she was curled up in James's arms, wearing a silk nightgown. His arm rested around her waist as he slept soundly.
Yvonne: See? Even though he's making things official with you tomorrow, he's still spending the night at my place. His heart has always belonged to me. Why are you still holding on to him?
I stared at the screen for several seconds.
Then I saved every photo.
I didn't send a single reply.
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The birthday banquet was held in the ballroom of an ultra-l
