Starting Over with My Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 2

I didn't say a word, just looked at Lucas.

Lucas put on a show of scolding Fiona:

"Fiona, are you bullying Avery just because she's kind-hearted?"

"Avery, why don't you just sit in the back for today? We need to hurry to the fitting."

He looked cold, but the doting tenderness in his eyes was impossible to hide. I nodded and obediently climbed into the back seat.

On the way, my phone pinged. My parents had sent me a screenshot of a first-class ticket for the next day.

"Get some rest. We'll cook you something delicious when you get back!"

During the years I spent with Lucas, in order to save for the wedding, I—who had been spoiled since childhood—never sat in first class again. Even when I flew abroad to visit him, it was always ten-plus hours in budget economy.

But in Fiona's posts, it was all first class, business class, and five-star hotels. In her blog, she wrote that Lucas always gave her the best because he loved her.

And what Lucas gave me was just a hug and a simple, "Sorry for the inconvenience, honey," after twelve hours in an economy seat.

It turned out his tenderness and favoritism were all for someone else, leaving me to endure the hardship. It was indeed a hardship, but from now on, I wouldn't need to put myself through it anymore.

I accidentally opened my blog and saw that Fiona had left several more comments after her initial post:

"Why aren't you replying? I've been following you for a long time."

"We're in the car together now. Should I apologize to her?"

"Actually, there are traces of our lovemaking in this car... I'm so afraid she'll find out, hee hee."

"My man is so fierce in the car; he wouldn't stop no matter how much I begged."

My brow furrowed, and my gaze drifted down, landing on a gap in the seat. A bit of lace was peeking out—it looked like a pair of women's panties that hadn't been tucked away properly.

A wave of nausea hit me. I thought I might throw up.

Thankfully, we arrived at the bridal shop, and I bolted out of the car, rushing into the bathroom to dry-heave. Lucas, who had hurriedly parked the car, rushed over and gently held my back:

"Are you okay, Avery? Do you want some water?"

But the moment I thought of Fiona's message, his touch felt even more disgusting. I pushed him away without a word and shook my head weakly, saying I was fine.

I was too exhausted to do anything but rest, but Fiona was incredibly excited, making a scene about wanting to try on dresses. Consequently, Lucas spent almost the entire time accompanying Fiona for fittings. I sat to the side, watching it all. They seemed to have completely forgotten that today was supposed to be about me.

When Fiona was taking photos in the mirror, she clung to Lucas's arm and turned to stick her tongue out at me:

"Avery, let me borrow your fiancé for a photo. You don't mind, right?"

When she went to change, her zipper got stuck, and she poked her head out of the fitting room, asking with a grin:

"Avery, let me borrow your fiancé to help me with this zipper."

Listening to the ambiguous sounds coming from behind the fitting room curtain, I felt nothing but revulsion. I couldn't stand acting with them anymore. I turned to leave.

Fiona put on a wounded look. "Avery, I really love this dress. I've never owned anything this beautiful. Could you lend me the money to buy it?"

Lucas frowned, trying to refuse: "Don't be ridiculous. This was ordered for Avery."

Fiona huffed, grabbed my hand, but looked at Lucas and pouted: "Anyway, your wedding has been delayed for so long, what's one more time?"

I was too drained to argue. In their eyes, my silence was as good as consent.

After dropping Fiona off and getting home, Lucas blamed me as usual for spoiling her too much. In the past, I would have smiled and made excuses for her, then persuaded Lucas to be more lenient. But this time, I was truly exhausted.

I looked at him and nodded gently:

"You're right. It's all yours now."

"Also, Lucas, we don't need to get married anymore."