My Fiancé Swapped Places With His Twin At The Altar Chapter 06
I laughed out loud.
It seemed that ever since I was little, they had all taken it for granted that I would be the one to bow my head.
When I was a child, Ashley broke our father’s favorite antique vase.
She cried and said I had pushed her.
I spent the whole night trying to explain myself until my voice was hoarse.
In the end, all my mother said was, “Even if you didn’t do it, you should have just taken the blame for your sister.”
After that, I stopped explaining.
It was useless.
It was the same now.
Alessio took my luggage from my hand and glanced at my phone, which was still lighting up.
“Do you need to deal with that?”
I looked down at the new voice message Matteo had just sent.
He must have been drinking. His voice was rough and slurred.
“Bianca, come back. Let’s just talk.”
“If you come back, I can explain everything.”
Suddenly, I remembered the night before the wedding.
He had held me just like this, telling me that after tomorrow, we would officially be husband and wife.
He had said, “Bianca, don’t be afraid. I won’t let anyone bully you.”
Back then, I really believed I had finally found a home.
But the truth was, he never gave me a home.
He gave me a public humiliation.
I turned off the screen and popped the SIM card out of my phone.
Standing over a trash can, I dropped the tiny card inside.
It fell without a sound.
I looked at it and knew. This was the end.
Alessio asked, “No regrets?”
I looked out through the airport’s glass walls at the unfamiliar, rainy night.
Matteo’s voice, Ashley’s tears, my parents’ scolding, my brother’s disappointed eyes—they were all fading, drifting farther and farther away.
I shook my head.
“No regrets.”