In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Oliver and Sydney's wedding.

I put on makeup that made me look pitiful, wore a fake belly to pretend I was pregnant, and dressed in plus-size maternity clothes, heading towards the wedding venue of the lovebirds.

Wearing sunglasses and a mask, I arrived at the location agreed upon with Anthony.

I saw him from afar. He was standing tall and straight in the sunlight, making me unconsciously wipe the corners of my mouth.

Sorry, I drooled a bit. Being young was great.

I stood in front of him and said, "Hi, Anthony."

He stared at my belly in astonishment, no longer that elegant. "Opal... You... You..."

Following his gaze, I looked down at my belly and patted it. "Chill. It's fake. We are going to do something big today. Come over here."

I waved at Anthony, and he bent down to listen to me whispering in his ear about today's plan.

I looked at him proudly. He suddenly realized something and nodded seriously. "Don't worry, Opal. I love acting the most. I guarantee they'll be utterly humiliated."

Very good. I liked obedient men the most. And his ears were already red after we talked for just a little while.

"Now, the bride and the groom can exchange rings..."

We arrived just in time for this solemn moment.

I carefully supported my big belly and walked into the venue unsteadily. I pinched my thigh suddenly and exclaimed.

All eyes were focused on me, and the spotlight followed.

When Oliver saw me, he panicked. His eyes seemed to ask why I came.

Of course, I came. I was invited by Sydney.

"Opal, you're here. I'm glad you could come to bless us."

Sydney's face showed a decent smile as she looked at me like a winner.

What was there to be proud of?

Oliver and I met at a business gathering. After he persistently pursued me for a year, I happened to be ready for a relationship and agreed.

I had money, and I could spend it on whoever I wanted.

Oliver probably thought I was pretending to be rich and didn't spend much on him.

It was not surprising that he would think that. After all, I usually wore only a white shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of slippers.

The joy of minimalist dressing was great.

Meanwhile, Sydney kept seducing him, so he cheated on me.

Everyone despised a jerk.

Sydney was the only one who treated him as a treasure. She got pregnant out of wedlock and had a shotgun marriage. Silly woman. She'd suffer.

Hearing Sydney's words, I took out the speaker I had prepared and said, looking pitiful and teary.

"Thank you all for coming to the wedding of my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me three months ago and my best friend who is four months pregnant.

"I am really happy to see them get married. They're perfect for each other. I sincerely wish them a long and happy life as a family of three.

"Oh, by the way, just a friendly reminder. You can send your blessings to the baby in advance. Although the bride's baby will be born in six months, the groom's first child, which is the baby I'm carrying, will be born in four months. Best wishes to everyone."

Anthony considerately took out a tissue and wiped away my tears. He said warmly, "I will take good care of Opal and your baby, Oliver!"

Everyone, including Oliver and Sydney, was stunned.

Goodbye, scumbag. I'm leaving for good.

"Opal..."

Oliver shouted my name behind me, but I ignored him and left with Anthony, immersed in sadness.