The Beautiful View Outside the Window Chapter 1

The day before my wedding, my boyfriend went cycling to relax. That evening, I saw an update from his childhood friend on social media.

“Successfully checked in for the 165th day of cycling! Exhausted during the day, so it’s time to truly unwind tonight.”

In the photo, a mirror reflected a room with a strong atmospheric vibe. In a corner next to it, a man was undressing, and on his exposed waist, a vibrant, dark rose tattoo bloomed.

I don’t know what someone commented, but she replied, “Hehe, ever heard of seven times a night?”

I quietly liked the post and commented, “Sounds good. Have fun.”

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After commenting, before I could calm down, Harry called.

As soon as I answered, a barrage of accusations came through.

"Sharing a room was arranged by the cycling captain. Everyone's assigned that way. Don't make trouble out of nothing."

"And, as a fellow woman, why are you so malicious? Olivia, you're truly disgusting."

Hearing his full-on accusations, my breathing hitched, and a dull ache spread through my chest.

He had said that morning that he was feeling heavy-hearted and wanted to relax one last time before the wedding, and he promised he'd be back soon.

But by evening, I had cooked dinner and waited for him, only for him to say that the cycling team was having a party tonight, and as vice-captain, he couldn't get away. He wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

He had also told me to wait patiently at home, and he would pick me up for the wedding venue on time tomorrow.

Now, however, everything felt utterly repulsive.

I took a deep breath and asked him, "Is it against the law for guys in your team to stay with other guys?"

It was a perfectly normal question, yet on the other end, I heard choked sobs. "Since Olivia doesn't like me, I'll leave right now, Harry. You don't have to worry about me."

Harry instantly bristled, his voice deep and stern: "Don't mind her. She's going through menopause."

With that, he hung up directly, not waiting for me to speak.

Staring at the screensaver that reappeared from the call page, the air around me seemed to turn bitter.

His words were like ice-cold water infused with a thousand years of frost, rushing at me, extinguishing all my hopes and joy.

A man and a woman, alone in a room. I dared not imagine what might happen.

Because the more I thought, the more disgusted I felt.

As things stood, marriage was out of the question.

I looked at the wedding room I had meticulously decorated bit by bit, a self-deprecating smile on my face.

I had thought marriage was a matter for two, but now it seemed I was the only one immersed in a beautiful dream I had woven for myself.

I took a deep breath and took off the traditional gown.

Then I took out a suitcase from the wardrobe and packed my clothes.

Once packed, I sent him a message, "Let's break up."

Message sent. I deleted his contact information one by one.

As if doing so could completely erase him from my world.

I didn't go home; instead, I found a hotel to stay in.

Whatever happened next, it had nothing to do with me.

The next day, I was still sound asleep when my phone on the bedside table rang urgently.

I picked it up and saw it was a call from my mom.

After a moment’s thought, I answered, and a barrage of accusations followed.

"Olivia, where have you and Harry been messing around? Why haven't you come to the hotel yet? His phone is also unreachable. What in the world is going on with you two?"

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment.