I looked up at the sky. It was a different color from the sky of the city that I had just left.

I decided to switch off my phone, blocking out all my troublesome thoughts.

In the past, no matter how big of an argument Travis and I got into, I would never go radio silent.

Travis was allowed to ignore my calls and messages, but I had to pick up his calls and reply to his messages within seconds.

It was the first time I had ignored his message. I knew that he would get angry, but I still decided to switch off my phone.

I ended up staying abroad for a week. I only realized how free the wind felt after I left Travis.

I would update my social media account every time I touched down in a new place.

Travis liked all of my posts, but he never left any comments.

I ended my solo vacation a week later.

I spotted Travis the moment I disembarked from the plane. He was cradling a massive bouquet of fresh flowers in his arms, making him stand out among the crowd.

We spent the ride home in silence.

When we arrived home, I realized that the house had undergone a drastic transformation. The rooms were all decorated to celebrate our upcoming wedding.

A stack of wedding invitations were arranged on the coffee table in the living room. However, instead of the printed ones from before, these new ones were hand-drawn.

Travis possessed some artistic talent. In fact, he had won awards for his artworks during his school days. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to praise him.

I pretended not to notice that his eyes were shining with anticipation. Instead, I returned to my room and packed my personal belongings, thinking about how I needed to find a chance to talk to him to clarify our current situation.

I had just laid down on the bed to rest when I heard someone entering the password and unlocking the front door from the outside.

A few seconds later, a clear voice drifted into the room.

"I forgot to take my eyemask with me, Mr. Somerson."

Victoria strode into my bedroom and made a beeline for the bedside cabinet. She averted her gaze when we made eye contact.

Meanwhile, Travis stood at the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his body, water dripping from his hair.

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In the end, Travis told Victoria to leave without giving her a chance to retrieve her eyemask.

He stood before me. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally stammered out an explanation.

"I've been busy decorating the house, so I decided to give her the password to make things more convenient. Also, I actually haven't been home for the last few days. I had no idea that she was staying here.

"She was only helping around the house. There's nothing going on between us, so there's no need for you to overthink things."

I looked at him calmly and said, "I'm not overthinking. If anything, you're the one who's overthinking."

"Is that so?" Travis asked, his voice dripping with disbelief.

He repeated his question several times, breathing a sigh of relief when he was certain that I believed his words.

Just as I was about to use this opportunity to clear things up with him, someone rang the doorbell.

Travis dragged me into the living room and asked me to close my eyes, telling me that he had a surprise for me. He was adamant that I follow his orders and only left to open the door after I closed my eyes.

I heard people walking around the house and the sounds of items being set down.

I only realized what Travis' big surprise was when he returned to my side and told me that I could open my eyes again.

Dozens of jewelry sets were displayed before me. I could tell from a single glance that each set cost a small fortune.

I became even more certain of the jewelry sets' value when I spotted a familiar figure.

"Travis has been pulling out all the stops for your wedding, Harper. He forced me to bring all the jewelry sets from my flagship store here so that you can have your pick."

The man speaking was Travis' childhood best friend, Brandon Potts, the owner of a jewelry store.

I hadn't expected Travis to make such a fuss. If I had known what he was planning beforehand, I would have told him that there was no need to go to such lengths.

Travis seemed surprised by my lack of enthusiasm. He took my hand and led me toward the jewelry sets, helping me try them on, one after the other.

His eyes lit up when I tried on the fourth set of jewelry. "This set looks good on you! It totally matches your style."

Brandon chuckled and said, "You sure are a big fan of ruby necklaces. You had the same awed look on your face when Victoria tried on a ruby necklace too."

The air turned awkward the moment the words left his lips.

I took the necklace off and carefully placed it back in the display case.

"I need to talk to you in private, Travis," I said before turning around and heading back to my room.

Travis trailed after me as he rushed to explain himself. "Let me explain, Harper. Victoria mentioned wanting to buy some jewelry for herself and asked me to recommend a store to her. That's why I told her about Brandon's store.

"Coincidentally, I was also there when she decided to drop by. We just happened to run into each other because we were there at the same time."

I nodded, gesturing that he didn't need to explain himself to me.

However, the more I expressed my lack of desire to listen to his explanations, the more insistent he became on explaining himself.

I suddenly recalled how I visited a high-end shopping mall about a month ago to buy a birthday present for Travis.

Coincidentally, Travis and Victoria were also shopping in that mall.

Victoria personally selected a tie for Travis and helped him put it on.

My untimely appearance caused their joyous expressions to freeze on their faces.

I stormed toward them and yanked the tie away from Travis' neck before hurling it in Victoria's face. I told her that she was just his assistant—that the role of buying a tie for Travis was reserved for his girlfriend.

I could still recall the look on Travis' face with crystal-clear clarity. A cold, dangerous glint had flickered in his eyes.

"I'm the president of a company, Harper. Do I have to ask for your permission for every little thing I do?" he demanded.

Travis' foul mood persisted for a long time after that incident.

I wanted to explain myself, but he gave me the cold shoulder for many days.

Mom's illness flared up around the same time.

The hospital in my hometown wasn't equipped to treat her, so I had no choice but to transfer her to a bigger hospital in the city.

It was impossible for me to secure an appointment with the top doctor in the bigger hospital, so I resorted to asking Travis for help.

He refused to answer my calls and ignored all my messages.

In the end, I could only accompany Mom to the bigger hospital to wait for our turn.

Noticing the critical condition that Mom was in, the security guard was kind enough to secretly arrange a meeting between me and the specialist, giving me a chance to beg her to treat Mom.

Unfortunately, the continuous delays resulted in Mom missing the best window for treatment, and she ultimately passed away at the end of the year.

Right before she took her last breath, she told me not to blame Travis for what happened.

I was pulled out of my memories at that moment, returning to the present.

I hadn't said a word, but Travis' patience seemed to have reached its limit.

"I'm already doing everything I can to coax you. What more do you want from me? Why must you behave this way when there are still guests at home? Have you ever considered my feelings?"

Travis kicked the door in a fit of anger before shouting at me again. "You're impossible to please! Just say the word if you don't want to get married anymore!"

In the past, he would threaten to break up with me at the smallest inconvenience. After we got engaged, he would threaten to call off the engagement. He always used the same methods to force me to concede to him even when I wasn't in the wrong.

However, I truly didn't want to marry him anymore.

I glared at him coldly and said, "Let's call off the wedding then."