Chapter 1

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“It’s breathtaking!”

Stella Quinn was clad in a wedding dress; her slender waist accentuated by the dress’s voluminous skirt, she looked every bit the princess in a fairy tale.

Even without makeup, her face looked exquisitely stunning, earning her praises from the shop manager adjusting her dress.

“Why didn’t Mr. Yorick Quarry come with you to check it out? Men and women see things differently, you know.”

Stella’s lips curled into a polite smile, “Work’s got him tied up. He couldn’t make it.”

As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Glancing at the caller ID, she answered, “Susie.”

“Star, I just saw Ursula and Yorick together!”

The originally joy on Stella’s face slowly faded away at the news, her gaze turning icy as well.

Yorick Quarry, her fiancé, and they were planning to marry in a week. While Ursula Larkin, just the mention of her name stirred a sense of distaste in Stella.

Stella signaled the shop manager, who was fetching the dress. The latter nodded in comprehension. With a wave of her hand, all the staff immediately went away with the manager.

Left alone, Stella gazed at her well-manicured nails and asked nonchalantly, “Where did you see them?”

Susanna replied, “At the hospital, the gynaecology and obstetrics.”

Stella laughed, raising an eyebrow, “Interesting choice of location, indeed.”

Men and women visiting a gynaecology and obstetrics together usually hinted at certain implications.

Susanna continued, “That Ursula is nothing but a siren, and Yorick’s no better. You should call off the wedding!”

Susanna had got irked before Stella did.

Stella took a sip from her water glass, “Every time she makes a move, I’m the one who suffers. Why are you getting worked up?”

Two years back, Ursula hoped to be forgiven by her before leaving. Now she was back, getting entangled with Yorick. Did she think Stella was too kind, too generous?

Susanna snapped, “Choosing to stir things up right before your wedding, she’s clearly up to no good.”

Stella’s gaze hardened, “Gotta go.”

Susanna asked, “Where are you going?”

“If someone’s stirring the pot, might as well see it for myself,” Stella quipped before hanging up.

Staring at her reflection in the wedding dress, she reached for the bodice and tore the dress apart, leaving the broken attire scattered on the floor.

Upon seeing the scene, the staff nearby turned in shock. Yet, none dared to approach her, given the stern look on her face.

Stella changed back into her own clothes, her phone vibrating again. She took a glance. It was Yorick!

Once the call was connected, the man’s stern voice came over the phone, “Come to the office once you’re done with the dress.”

It’d been two years. During the past two years, Yorick had been nothing but kind and attentive. Now, it seemed things were changing, likely due to Ursula’s return.

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Stella’s eyes. Not bothering to give him a reply, she hung up without hesitation.

Half an hour later, Stella entered Yorick’s office to find him making a call near the floor-to-ceiling window.

Bathed in sunlight, he looked refreshingly striking, especially his flawless profile. He was expressly lucky to have the looks considered as one-of-the-kind in Portis City. Noticing Stella, he quickly said to someone at the other end of the phone, “Have the lunch without me. Bye.”

Grabbing his phone, Yorick went to the sofa and sat down, his previous warmth during the call disappeared, instead coldness creeping in his gaze. He looked over at Stella, “Come here.”

Meeting his icy gaze, Stella, instead of sitting beside him as usual, chose a seat across from him. Yorick’s expression grew colder at her aloofness. The click of a lighter filled the room, followed by the scent of gasoline.

Stella, disliking the smell, stretched out and waved her hand, but Yorick didn’t seem to care about her feelings, lighting a cigarette.

“Ursula’s back,” as he spoke, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes. Even though it still couldn’t stop him from continuing with “We need to postpone the wedding.” After receiving Susanna’s phone call, Stella had already anticipated this.

“What do you mean?”

Ursula was back, so they needed to postpone their wedding?

“She’s sick, very serious,” Yorick explained, handing her a document. He kept on, “Here’s your acceptance letter to St. Pete’s University. You should go study first.”

His tone was condescending, as if offering her a way out or, more accurately, making space for Ursula.

Stella looked at the document in his hand but didn’t take it, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Sending me abroad to clear the way for her?”

Yorick’s face darkened, “Isn’t it the school you always wanted to attend? Now…”

“Yorick!” Stella cut him off sharply. She snatched the envelope from his hand and tore it to shreds, the fragments scattering across the office. The last piece clung to her finger before she flicked it towards Yorick’s face. At the sight of her defiance, Yorick’s last bit of warmth vanished.

Stella didn’t hold back either, declaring, “No need to postpone. Just cancel the wedding.”

Why delay? Cancelling it would save everyone the hassle!

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