Chapter 2

Back then, I cared about Hudson. If he asked, I would give him anything and do anything for him.

But now, he slapped me awake himself.

Thinking back, I found that since Emilia came back from overseas, everything Hudson had done had been for her.

He had forgotten I was the one who was supposed to spend the rest of his life with him.

My reply annoyed Hudson. "What do you mean by that? You don't want to? You better get it straight. Emilia's my best friend. You better make her happy, or I won't marry you."

With that, he slammed the door and left.

Feeling all stirred up inside, I went downstairs and went for a run in the park.

I'd barely finished one lap when Finley called.

Thinking of Finley, who always had that poker face, I hesitated for two seconds before answering.

"Once you're on my boat, you're my person. Try to run, and I'll tie you back," said Finley directly.

I stayed silent, and he continued, "Send me your valid passport first. Let's get the paperwork done. I'm scared you'll back out."

I thought, "Finley, something's up with you."

I'd already imagined a million scenarios of him using marriage to mess with me.

In the end, I could only say, "See you at the wedding, Mr. Henderson."

As soon as I finished speaking, Hudson showed up behind me. "You're inviting Finley to our wedding? I won't allow it."

He looked at me like I was the enemy. "Sienna, I told you not to talk with Finley. He's got a thing for you. If you insist on inviting him to our wedding, I won't marry you."

Before I could say a word, he'd already laid down the law.

Hudson had always disliked Finley for no good reason, just full-on hostility. When we first got together, he'd get jealous over me and Finley talking on WhatsApp. Later, I gradually cut ties with Finley.

But now, he actually said Finley had gotten a thing for me.

I was about to press him for answers when Emilia suddenly slumped against Hudson's neck. "Hudson, you're hurting me."

Only then did I notice that they were walking hand in hand.

Hudson coughed awkwardly but didn't let go of her hand.

Emilia looked at Hudson with tenderness and "apologized" to me with feigned helplessness.

She said, "Sienna, sorry. Hudson and I were just getting familiar with the wedding flow. I won't spill the beans about you beating me up or messing with my mom's grave. But don't hurt Hudson. True feelings can't stand tests."

I didn't want to watch her act and turned to leave. "Since you're so into it, I'll have someone beat you up tonight and dig up your mom's grave."

Suddenly, Hudson slapped me hard.

"Sienna, how could you be so evil?" he frowned angrily, his chest heaving.

Was I evil?

He believed someone else's gossip with a single word, but our five-year friendship couldn't earn him a smidge of trust.

A sudden anger flared up in me. I was about to grill Hudson when Emilia stepped in front of him.

She begged me, "Sienna, please. After the wedding, I'll give Hudson back to you. Please spare my people and Hudson. Don't hurt him."

Hudson quickly grabbed her waist to stop her, glaring at me. "Sienna, stop bullying others. You know I hate that. If you still wanna marry me, stop it."

With that, he warned me not to show up in front of them before the wedding.

But the next day, Hudson took the initiative to contact me.

He shouted, scolding me, "Sienna, did you really dig up Mrs. Bell's grave? I never thought you'd be that type."

Full of doubts, I called my assistant, Luna Young, to investigate and found out something jaw-dropping.

Emilia's mom was still alive!