2
Early the next morning, Gabriel and I went to the bridal shop we had booked long ago to try on wedding dresses.
As soon as we walked in, I saw the mocking looks from the staff.
Someone whispered:
“That woman looks just like the one on those cards outside the neighborhood yesterday.”
“I heard the man next to her is Gabriel Foster, that famous businessman in the city.”
“This Mr. Foster must be so blind to be fooled by such a gold digger. Looks like he has no idea.”
I stood there speechless.
The next second, Gabriel waved over his assistant.
“Fire all those gossiping women. Also, look into what’s going on with those cards, who did it, and chop off their hands!”
I looked at Gabriel in confusion. For a moment, I even thought this might not have been his doing after all.
After quickly trying on the wedding dress, Gabriel said he had some business to take care of and let me go back first.
In the car, I realized I had forgotten my keys at the bridal shop.
Hurrying back, I saw Chloe standing next to Gabriel.
She was wearing the wedding dress I had just ordered.
She smiled innocently.
She smiled innocently.
“Gabriel, do you think this dress looks better on me or Aria?”
“Of course on you. That mastermind bitch isn’t even fit to be your maid!”
Chloe’s smile deepened.
“Were you satisfied with those cards yesterday? Gabriel, now we just have to wait for our wedding in seven days. Once you release all those videos at the ceremony, Aria will truly be ruined for good.”
So, in seven days it would be their wedding?
And I was just a condiment in all of this?
This was all Gabriel Foster’s idea. He wanted to utterly destroy me.
How could a person be so patient, nurturing love for three years, all for an elaborate scheme to frame me.
My heart felt like it had been ripped out, the pain unbearable.
Whenever I was sad, I would always go to the little courtyard my grandmother left me to clear my head. This time, I went there without hesitation.
But as I approached, I saw the yard full of construction workers and the house being torn down. My tears finally fell uncontrollably.
I cried and asked them:
“Who are you? Why are you tearing down my grandmother’s house?”
They didn’t answer, continuing to chop down the cherry tree my grandmother had planted especially for me.
I couldn’t help but hug the cherry tree.
“Don’t cut it down! Who are you people?”
“Miss, don’t obstruct our work. The owner hired us to demolish this place, said he’s building a new house for his wife. That cherry tree you’re hugging is going to be made into furniture for the lady.”
“Who told you to come?”
“We don’t know the details, just that the surname is Foster.”
Foster? Was it Gabriel Foster again? A few years ago, my dad had given him this courtyard as a birthday gift.
Gabriel knew this was the only thing my grandmother left behind.
He had promised me he would protect this house with his life.
But he broke his promise after all. He personally destroyed everything, truly going all out to please Chloe.
When Gabriel came looking for me, I was curled up in a comer crying.
He stroked my head tenderly.
I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. This old house is too run–down and no longer meets city standards for old buildings. It has to be demolished and
rebuilt.”
I knew these were all his excuses. Years ago, Chloe had wanted to tear down the house and rebuild it. Back then, I fought tooth and nail to stop her from getting her way.
I never expected Gabriel would secretly make the decision for her.
12:46 PM
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