On the third day, Vivian showed up to pick up her things.
She set her engagement ring down on the table.
"Let's call off the wedding."
Adrian lifted his gaze.
Vivian's eyes were puffy, but there were no fresh tears on her face.
"Looking at me right now, you must hate my guts, huh?"
"Did you fall on purpose during the rehearsal?" Adrian asked, his tone perfectly even.
Vivian went silent for a long time.
"I did lean into the fall on purpose," she admitted. "But I had no idea there was a lift shaft right behind her."
The veins on the back of Adrian's hand bulged instantly.
Vivian suddenly let out a sharp, scornful snort.
"Oh, now you're mad? Adrian, don't you dare put every last bit of the blame on me! When she gave you the choice at the engagement party, did I drag you up on that
