Chapter 4

On the day of the wedding, I arrived at the hotel right on time.

In the dressing room, Heather was fully dressed, admiring her makeup in the mirror.

Seeing me, her lips curled into a victorious smile.

"Nicole, thank you for agreeing to be my maid of honor."

"No need to thank me," I replied casually. "After all, you both demanded it."

She stood up, walked over to me, her eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Do you know, Ethan told me that during his ten years of marriage with you, he thought of me every single day."

"He said you were boring, rigid, and knew nothing but work."

"He said every time he touched you, he had to mentally prepare himself for a long time."

I stared at her quietly, only finding it ridiculous.

If these words were said a month ago, they might have hurt me.

But now, it was just laughable.

"Are you done?" I asked. "If so, I’m going to change into the maid of honor dress."

Heather suddenly grabbed my wrist, her grip surprisingly strong.

"Nicole Miller, who are you trying to fool with this act?"

"Do you think I don't know? You’re still in love with Ethan!"

"You agreed to be the maid of honor just to find a chance to get close to him, didn’t you?"

I forcefully shook off her hand. "You're overthinking."

She suddenly smiled eerily. "Then let’s see who is more important in Ethan's heart."

As soon as she finished speaking, she violently threw herself backward, crashing into the vanity table. Bottles and jars shattered all over the floor.

Her forehead was cut by the broken glass, oozing blood.

"Nicole, why did you push me?" She looked at me with tearful eyes. "I just wanted to get along with you..."

The door of the dressing room was slammed open, and Ethan rushed in.

"Heather!"

He helped Heather up, his eyes filled with heartache upon seeing the wound on her forehead.

He then glared at me in fury: "Nicole Miller, do you hate her that much?"

"So much that you’d hurt her on our wedding day?"

Watching this scene, it felt incredibly familiar.

Ten years ago, Heather had put on a similar act before going abroad.

Back then, Ethan chose to believe her, giving me the silent treatment for a whole month.

Now history was repeating itself, but I only felt exhausted.

"Ethan, you’ve falsely accused me once. Are you going to do it a second time?"

"There's a security camera." I pointed to the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

Heather's expression changed slightly, and she tugged at Ethan's sleeve.

"Ethan, don't blame Nicole. She just loves you too much."

"Loves me?" Ethan stared at me coldly. "Her love makes me sick!"

He helped Heather stand up. "Nicole Miller, apologize to Heather right now!"

I met his gaze. "I refuse."

"You!"

Ethan clenched his fists, a flash of complex emotion crossing his face, quickly replaced by anger.

"Nicole, I’ll give you one last chance. Apologize!"

"Otherwise, even if you die, I will never forgive you!"

The moment his words fell, the System's prompt rang in my ear.

【Departure program initiated. Host, please proceed with a logical death immediately to return to your original world.】

I looked at Ethan and showed him my first genuine smile in the last ten days.

I said, "Alright."

Seeing my calm smile, Ethan felt his heart suddenly squeezed by a giant hand.

He suddenly felt unable to breathe, his voice trembling.

"Nicole, what do you mean by that?"

I kept smiling at him.

"Ethan, I hope you keep your promise. Never forgive me."

"And never, ever appear in my world."

I walked over to the window, leaned against the sill, and curled my lips slightly. "Goodbye. I wish you two happiness."

Before his terrified eyes, I let myself fall backward out of the window.