Standing on my homeland’s soil after more than a year away, I felt deeply moved.
Griffin swiped his card to enter the hotel room, half complaining, “Maddox and Finn, those nuisances, are here again, kneeling at the hotel entrance to see you.”
I drew the curtains and looked out to see Maddox and Finn stubbornly kneeling at the hotel entrance, with onlookers taking photos. Online discussions about the incident were growing intense.
“Finn is so devoted! Maddox seems so pitiful, having to do this…”
“Wake up! She’s a married woman! Stop being so delusional.”
I liked the comment that called for clarity.
Since childhood, I’ve understood that being delusional is useless.
The next morning, all negative comments about my infidelity were wiped clean.
The surveillance video from the wedding was fully released, showing how Maddox and Finn had humiliated my fiancé, Griffin, for Eloise.
And there I stood, on the award stage, claiming the global bridal design competition’s crown.
Holding the crystal trophy, I embraced Griffin tightly.
“Get a grip, she’s married! Don’t kid yourself.”
I liked that straightforward comment.
I’ve known since childhood that fantasizing is utterly futile.
By the next morning, all the negative remarks accusing me of infidelity had vanished.
The wedding surveillance footage had been leaked, showing how Maddox Carter and Finn had insulted my fiancé, Griffin Taylor, all for Eloise Bennett.
Yet here I am, standing on the stage, winning the global bridal design competition.
Holding the crystal trophy, I embraced Griffin tightly.
As I exited the exhibition hall, I unexpectedly encountered Eloise.
She was being held by security, clutching a bottle of acid.
Before being led away, she shouted at me desperately, “Why do you get everything? Even the men who love you? Why?”
I shook my head, saying, “Obsessing over men will only lead to failure, just as it did for you.”
