Chapter 5

My entire body stiffened. I slowly turned around.

Fudge stood at the shop entrance, his gaze falling on me, his face full of shock.

He quickly noticed my reddened eyes. Something shifted in his expression, producing a hint of softness as he walked up to me.

"The wedding dress suits you very well. If you like it, I'll buy it for you."

He paused, then continued, "I have been neglecting you lately, but it's also because you've been too disobedient, always forcing me to do things I don't want to do. Be good and listen to me. Once the company goes public and stabilizes, I'll definitely marry you."

He seemed to think I came here alone to try on wedding dresses because I wanted to marry him.

I was about to explain when Sharon's soft, delicate voice came from behind me.

"Fudge, I've chosen my wedding dress. Have you picked out your suit?"

Sharon, wearing a white dress, walked over to Fudge and intimately hooked her arm through his.

Fudge's body instantly tensed. He hastily tried to push her away, but afraid of being too obvious, he could only offer a flustered explanation.

"Yolanda, don't misunderstand. Sharon just wanted to experience what it's like to wear a wedding dress, but she doesn't have any other male friends."

"You know how girls are—they see videos and want to try the trend."

In the past, I begged and pleaded for him to accompany me to try on a wedding dress just once, but he said I was brainwashed by the internet, that a wedding dress was just a piece of clothing and there was no need to make a big deal of it.

But now, he was willing to take time out to help Sharon choose a wedding dress.

I didn't want to say anything more to him. I turned to leave.

But Sharon quickly stepped forward and grabbed my wrist.

"Miss, Mr. Harrington is telling the truth. If you're still angry, just hit me!"

Before I could react, her body swayed and she fell toward the ground, letting out a soft cry.

"Ah!"

She weakly pressed her ankle, her face pale, looking extremely pained.

"Fudge, I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts so much."

Seeing this, Fudge immediately pushed me aside and rushed to support Sharon, his eyes full of fury as he looked at me.

"Yolanda, you've gone too far!"

Without any hesitation, he scooped Sharon up and headed outside.

Watching his hurried departing figure, I only felt it was laughable.

This wasn't the first time Sharon had used such tactics to frame me. In the past, I thought Fudge was being deceived. Now I finally understood—he wasn't blind in the eyes, he was blind in the heart.

His heart never had room for me, which is why he sided with Sharon time and time again without asking for the truth.

I returned to my temporary apartment. My phone kept buzzing with messages, all from Fudge's work number.

"Yolanda, come to the hospital immediately and apologize to Sharon, or I'll postpone our wedding indefinitely."

"Even if your grandma really is dying this time, I won't soften!"

Message after message, every word dripping with selfishness and tyranny.

He even cursed my grandmother. I was so angry I felt nauseous. I directly deleted and blocked his work number too.

After doing all this, I opened the company's HR system and formally submitted my resignation letter.

The moment the email sent successfully, all the darkness in my heart completely dissipated.

Meanwhile, Fudge had just finished sending his text messages with a dark expression.

Sharon spoke softly.

"Fudge, is Yolanda really angry at me? It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, none of this would have happened."

"It's not your fault. Yolanda is being unreasonable. Don't worry, I'll definitely give you an explanation!"

Fudge consoled her, his tone full of conviction.

In the past, whenever he threatened to postpone the wedding, Yolanda would take the initiative to back down. He was confident this time would be the same.

But early the next morning, he received a call from HR.

"Mr. Harrington, Miss Yolanda has submitted a formal resignation letter. She's very determined. We can't talk her out of it."

Hearing this, Fudge immediately flew into a rage and drove to our apartment.

But when he opened the door, everything belonging to me had already disappeared.

He took out his phone to message me through his work number, only to find he'd been blocked there too.

An inexplicable panic rose in Fudge's heart.

And all his unease reached its peak when he saw the bright red invitation on the table.

In the bride's position was my name.

But in the groom's position was not his name.

In an instant, Fudge's face turned as white as paper. The invitation slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.