Goodbye, Twilight

I had been in a relationship with Harry Chalamet for ten years.

He stood up for me and even ended up in the hospital after a fight.

He financially supported me in my education by laboring on construction sites.

Even my friends could tell that he was madly in love with me, and I believed it too.

Just when we were about to get married, I noticed he often secretly stared blankly at a photo. But the person in that photo wasn’t me…

Harry Chalamet leaned against the balcony. He was lost in thought as he stared at the photo in his hand.

I could not see his face clearly under the hazy moonlight.

A cold breeze blew in from the balcony, and I coughed lightly.

He froze for a moment. Then, he instinctively closed the balcony door. “You’re awake?”

I suppressed the bitterness I felt and forced myself to ignore the fact that he had hidden the photo as fast as a lightning strike. “I feel a bit thirsty.”

Harry smiled softly and poured me a glass of water. “Aurora, you could’ve just told me. Why come out here on your own?”

I stared at him closely. An unreadable emotion shone in his eyes.

I noticed a hint of relief in his gaze. He was relieved that I had not noticed the photo in his hand.

“I’m going back to bed now.”

Right after I finished saying that, he lifted me in his arms. “I’ll go back to bed with you.”

I felt like I was trapped inside a hot oven in his arms. “Why are your hands and feet so cold? Don’t come out in such thin clothes next time. You’ll catch a cold. Let me take care of things for you.”

Unlike the past, this time, I found his comforting words unusually displeasing to hear.

I had the urge to ask, “Who is she? Do I look like her? Do you love me?”

Countless questions screamed in my mind. Yet, none came out of my mouth. I merely made a sound of acknowledgment.

This was the second time I had caught him secretly looking at the photo.

The first time I caught him was two months ago while I was trying on the wedding dress in the boutique. He waited for me on the couch.

The female assistant helped me adjust the wedding dress. Her eyes were filled with envy. “Not many men come with their fiancees to try on wedding dresses these days. Madam, you’re a very lucky woman indeed.”

I blushed. My heart filled with joy.

The moment I came out of the fitting room, I saw him lost in thought and looking at his wallet.

From that angle, I saw a photo inside.

The woman smiled radiantly in the photo. She wore a long white dress and had two cute dimples.

She looked lively, energetic, young, and high-spirited. Somehow, we looked alike.

But I was very certain that the woman in the photo was