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Cynthia wore a light gold dress with exquisite makeup, looking bright and chaming.

I fastened her earrings from behind and tidied her hair: “Beautiful.”

She forced a nervous smile: b“/bbI /bshouldn’t havee.”

“You never owed him anything in the first ce.” My voice was calm. “Today, you’re here to end things, not him.”

She said nothing more, just silently held my hand.

We got into the car together and slowly drove toward the wedding venue.

The moment the car stopped, she looked at the brightly lit church, her gaze momentarily unfocused. I didn’t rush her, just sat quietly with her for a few seconds.

She breathed lightly and said: “Let’s go.”

I apanied her into the hall. The sound of her high heels on the marble floor was trembling but firm.

In the distance, the wee board for the wedding stood prominently. The groom wore a sharp suit, the bride held his arm, smiling gently.

The bride in the photo looked somewhat familiar, and I was slightly stunned. Looking again, I found that her features resembled Cynthia’s… somewhat.

Cynthia saw it too, her voice very light: “The bride is really beautiful.”

I squeezed her hand, my tone certain: “You’re more beautiful.”

She turned to look at me, her eyes finally curving upward: “You’re just sweet talking.”

“I’m stating facts.”

She smiled, straightened her back, and walked with me step by step toward the wedding sign–in table.

Just then, a familiar figure approached.

-It was him.

Colton wore a well–fitted suit, his expression as cold as always, but when he bsaw /bCynthia, his gaze suddenly paused.

“You came.”

“Mm.” Cynthia responded lightly.

She took out a gift box from her bag and handed it over: “This is wedding gift”

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Colton didn’t take it, but his gaze fell on me behind her. Before he could speak a harsh voice rang out from beside us.

“Oh, isn’t this Cynthia?”

Colton’s mother Sandy walked over, dressedvishly, looking at Cynthia with calction as bif /bseeing an unwee guest.

“What are you doing here? Today is Colton’s wedding.” She smiled falsely, unable to hide the rejection and disgust in her eyes. “Cynthia, you haven’t let go yet, have you? After all these years, Colton has long…”

“Colton invited me.” Cynthia interrupted her, her expression cold.

Sandy choked, her gaze flickering, but still smiled obsequiously: “Oh my, I misunderstood you. Come,e, I’ll take this gift first.”

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She btook /bbthe /bbgift /bbbox/bb, /band after discovering the gift inside was quite valuable, or expression fromediately softened considerably. She whispered. bCynthia/bb, /bwe’ve actually always Tikil you very much. I’ve advised Colton many times, but unfortunately he’s too stubborn and insists on bmarrying /bbthat/bb… /bbMiss /bbWillow /b

Listening, I let out a coldugh.

b“/bbIf /byou don’t mind.” Sandy leaned forward again and whispered, “after they get married, you and he can still keep in touch… who can control bwhat /beveryone thinks in their heartsb?/bb” /b

Cynthia didn’t immediately understand tone cold as steel:

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ant, her eyes somewhat dazed. But I had already reached my limit, stepped in front of her, bmy /b

“You mean you want to select a mistress bfo /b

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