Marrying Without You

Carl Grant was going to marry his first love.

Although Rosalyn Jones had been with him for seven years, she didn't throw a fit, even personally organizing a grand wedding ceremony for him.

However, on the day of his wedding, she put on a bridal gown too, and their wedding cars crossed paths along the highway.

As the brides exchanged bouquets, Carl heard Rosalyn telling him, "All the best!"

He chased her down for miles before finally catching up to her, and he was breaking down in tears as he held her. "No, Rosalyn… You're mine!"

That was when a man alighted and took Rosalyn in his arms. "If she's yours, then who do I belong to?"

I've Waited for Seven Years

Rosalyn Jones looked outside the window as she finished writing her resignation letter.

For seven days, the gigantic electronic billboard across the street had been playing Carl Grant and Zoe Quayle's wedding announcement on loop.

Everyone kept saying how Carl loved Zoe to a fault, but no one was aware that Rosalyn had stood by Carl's side for seven years.

It started when she was eighteen, and she was now twenty-five—she had truly given him the best years of her life.

But now, it was time for her to leave the stage as he was marrying someone else.

And after his wedding day, she would no longer be a part of his world.

Nonetheless, Rosalyn eventually tore her eyes from the screen, folded the resignation letter neatly, and inserted it into a white envelope just as her office door opened.

Carl entered, a couple of buttons beneath his black shirt loose, and the black trousers accentuating the length of his attractively long legs. There was also a distinct vigor in his step, making his noble presence all the more impressionable.

That reminded Rosalyn of the first time she saw him—he was wearing a black shirt too, nursing a beer in a quiet corner of a bar, looking distraught like a homeless mutt.

His family had just gone bankrupt at the time, and he had to sell his watch just to get money for a drink.

At that time, it was Rosalyn who bought it back for him and took him with her.

As it turned out, things that fell didn't necessarily stay down—Carl eventually pulled himself together for a grand resurgence and ascended as one of Cromwell's most eligible bachelors.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages?" he asked, his cool gaze on the envelope Rosalyn was holding.

Rosalyn held on to the envelope in one hand and pointed outside the window with the other. "Just looking at your wedding announcement video."

Carl's gaze darkened. "What's so interesting about that? You're the one who put it together."

Indeed, she had—she had chosen every photo of him and Zoe, finalized the design, and personally written a romantic script.

Back when Carl had first asked her to help, he said, "Rosalyn, you have to do this yourself—Zoe doesn't trust anyone