Chapter 3

After Jasper leaves, I start gathering evidence. I make a PowerPoint from our entire history since Jasper pursued me, saved on a USB. Then I mark all his business trip dates against their video uploads.

They completely overlap. In the past five years, about 80% of Jasper's trips were romantic getaways with Adeline.

After finishing, there's one day left before their wedding. I book a stylist for an at-home trial. We choose a black dress.

Its sleek cut is sharp, the skirt flaring slightly, like a rose blooming at night. Bright yet dangerous.

During my makeup trial, Jasper video calls, checking in as usual. Seeing my look, he's a bit surprised, "Didn't you always like a casual style? Why so sharp today?" I answer calmly, "I'm supporting a friend tomorrow, need something to hold its ground.

This outfit is perfect. Do you think I look good?" Jasper smiles genuinely, "You look great, my dear looks good in anything." I smile back. Hope he can say the same tomorrow. Based on the invitation from the video, I locate their wedding hotel.

There's traffic. By the time I arrive, it's packed. They've put a lot into this wedding, inviting not just family and friends, but loads of fellow bloggers and fans. Cameras are set up everywhere, seems they want to record this beautiful moment forever.

I smirk, brushing my hair back, and stride in. This wedding is worth recording.

I'll give them an unforgettable surprise. I pay $250 for a gift, then find an inconspicuous corner to sit.

Maybe my makeup is too striking, people keep glancing my way, whispering nonstop. The murmurs grow louder, loud enough for Jasper, busy helping Adeline with her dress, to look my way. The moment our eyes meet, his face turns pale.

He drops Adeline and rushes over, panicked, "Cora, why are you here? Let me explain, it's not what you think." I don't answer, instead slowly rising and twirling in my dress, "Jasper, you said you liked this yesterday, still like it today?" He bites his lip, nervous, whispering, "You're mistaken, Adeline and I are nothing. I'm not marrying her." "She's a signed influencer with a short video company, I'm just helping her film, there's nothing between us." He hurriedly pulls out his phone to show me. The account's real name is Adeline's.

It's not his. But what does that prove?

I didn't respond. Instead, I lifted my dress and slowly twirled around. "Jasper, you said you liked this outfit yesterday. Do you still like it today?"

He bit his lip, looking tense, and whispered, "You've got it wrong. There's nothing between Adeline and me. I didn't marry her."