Three years later.
At my wedding.
Alexander sat in a wheelchair, uninvited.
He was thin and gaunt, his face haggard.
Those eyes that once bewitched people were now sunken and tired, completely different from how I remembered them.
I heard that on that night, he had truly wanted to die.
But he was still saved.
However, his legs were also crippled.
I heard his mental state wasn’t very good.
Not only did he step down from the CEO position, but he also disappeared from public view.
I heard some other things later, but I don’t remember.
Because I stopped caring long ago.
At this wedding I had planned myself, he stared at me dazedly and slowly spoke.
“You look… so beautiful in your wedding dress.”
“What a pity… it’s not for me.”
A teardrop rolled from his eye.
Sliding down his grey, bleak cheek.
I smiled faintly.
Unmoved, and without response.
Just then.
I heard someone calling my name.
A handsome, elegant man walked over quickly, smiling as he invited me to go set off fireworks together.
He is my husband.
The person I will spend the rest of my life with.
I placed my hand in his warm, large palm.
We smiled at each other and walked away hand in hand.
