She Married His Rival After He Chose Her

Evening.

A storm broke loose, rain hammering down in sheets.

I called Stewart Stephens for the nineteenth time.

When he finally picked up, the question tumbled out before I could stop it.

「Stewart, where are you?」

He'd promised to pick me up from work and spend my thirtieth birthday with me.

I stared at the rain lashing the window, listening to the noise on his end, and then a familiar female voice, whining.

「Stewie, my feet are getting all wet!」

「I hate feeling sticky. You know that!」

The girl was throwing a fit. Stewart forgot about me and turned his attention to coaxing her.