2: 2

With that, I didn't wait to see how they'd react. I just turned and walked out.

By the time I stepped through the door of the coffee shop, not one of them had come after me.

At the corner, through the shop's clear window, I caught it out of the corner of my eye.

The two of them exchanged a glance, then broke into easy, careless smiles.

I didn't have to guess what they were saying.

Lois would look at Otto with that helpless expression of hers.

"Margie really is something. We ignore her for five minutes and she throws a fit just to be noticed."

Otto would keep scrolling on his phone, indifferent.

"Just leave her. She's really pushing it now, using the wedding as a threat."

"Let's see if she actually has the nerve not to marry me."

And then Lois would collapse laughing into Otto's arms.

"Oh, stop it, you're terrible. Don't call her out like that. Go smooth things over once in a while, let her save face."

That scene had played out countless times, for as long as I could remember.

Every time I got upset about being overlooked, about being treated differently, all they saw was me making a scene for attention.

Except the attention part was the lie. Calling off the wedding was real.

Late that night, Otto came home.

I lay curled against the far edge of the bed, hugging a pillow.

He knocked on the bedroom door and set a cup of milk tea gently on the nightstand.

I glanced at it. It was the one they'd been drinking that afternoon.

For a second, something in me stirred.

I gripped the fabric in my hands, and I couldn't help the small, foolish hope that rose in me.

Was Otto here to apologize?

Had he finally seen how unfair all of this had been to me?

But Otto only stood by the bed for a long time.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"Margie."

"What?"

"From now on, if you want something, can you just say so?"

I froze.

Otto let out a long sigh.

"Lo could see it too. You're sulking because we only got you an iced coffee."

"But this isn't okay. Lo took time off work just to go shopping with you, and then you walk out and start talking about calling off the wedding. You had her anxious the whole day."

The heat was set to 82, the goose-down comforter soft over me.

And still I felt like I'd been dropped into ice.

Otto looked so certain, blaming me.

For one dizzy moment I almost wondered if maybe these really were small things, if I was making too much of nothing.

But I knew, clearly, that wasn't it.

I sat up and looked at him quietly.

"Otto, do you honestly think it's right to make your own fiancée use the cheap stuff and then turn around and buy someone else luxury goods?"

Otto blinked, then understanding dawned on his face.

"So this is about the wedding jewelry."

He relaxed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He reached for me. I moved out of reach.

His brows drew together again, the way you'd look at a child who doesn't know any better.

"I already told you, the other set wasn't worth the money."

"Something you only wear once for the wedding. Why pay a markup on it?"

I let out a cold laugh.

"So buying Lois a diamond, something that loses most of its value the second you walk out the door, that's worth the money?"

It was like I'd struck a nerve.

Otto shot to his feet and snapped back before he could think.

"How could you even compare yourself to her!"

The air went dead silent.

I stared at him, stunned.

His throat bobbed, dry.

After a long moment, he tried to patch it over.

"What I mean is, Lois is a manager. She's in and out of meetings all the time. Luxury like that suits her better."

"You're just a clerk. You wouldn't have any use for it—"

Otto was still racking his brain for excuses, but I couldn't take in a single word.

That one line he'd let slip, "How could you even compare yourself to her," kept echoing in my head.

So that was it. That was it.

In the heart of the fiancé I was supposed to marry, I ranked far, far below someone else.

The back of my hand went suddenly cold.

Without noticing, I'd started crying, my whole face wet with it.

My heart ached like it was being torn apart, my nails carving red lines into my palms.

I forced my head up.

"Don't say any more, Otto. Let's break up."

"When I said the wedding was off, I meant it."

3: 3

The front door slammed shut in the entryway.

Otto left me with a single line:

"You're too worked up right now. I'm not going to argue with you."

I didn't ask where he was going.

Because on my phone, Lois's post had already popped up, right on cue.

*Ooh, look who came to keep Daddy warm.*

In the photo, Otto was wrapped in a thick blanket, holding Lois close against him.

Otto had always hated the heat.

Eight years together, and even on the nights my period left me shivering, he'd never once held me while I slept.

I switched the phone off and tossed it aside.

I lay back down and curled myself into a ball.

The foot that slipped out from under the blanket went cold in the draft.

Somewhere between sleeping and waking, it was as though I'd gone back to the winter Otto and I first met.

The year I was ten, my mother died of an illness.

My father, busy with his business, sent me back to my grandparents in the countryside.

Back then I was still drowning in the grief of losing her, glum all day, head always down, not the kind of child anyone warmed to.

A few of the mean kids fixed on me.

In the dead of winter, they rigged a bucket of water on the door frame and dumped it all over me.

They circled me, spinning around, jeering.

"Dirty outsider, get out of our class."

"Ha, she looks so ugly now. What if we rip her coat off her?"

I hugged myself, helpless, crouched on the ground and shaking.

At my lowest, Otto dropped out of nowhere like a hero and drove them off.

Even as a kid he was a head taller than everyone.

With the light behind him, when he crouched down and pulled me to my feet, that tall shape carved itself deep into my heart.

He said, "If anyone bullies you from now on, come find me. I'm in the class right next to yours."

He said, "Oh… your mom passed away? Don't be sad. You can come to my house, and I'll give you half of mine."

He said, "You don't really have friends in class? It's fine, I'll hang out with you. Having me as a friend is enough!"

A boy's heart, so earnest and so warm.

With Otto beside me, I slowly climbed out from under the shadow of my mother's death, slowly stood up straight at school and lifted my head again.

Until the next year, when Lois transferred to our school too.

That day after class, I went to find him to walk home together, like always.

He nervously pulled me off to the side.

"Margie, there's a new girl who transferred into our class. She's so pretty."

"I want to be her friend."

It was the first time I'd ever seen that look on Otto's face.

Nervous, shy, unsure. Nothing I'd ever seen in the way he was with me.

Only later did I learn that look on Otto's face had a name. Being smitten.

And the feeling in me, bitter and tingling, like biting into bitter melon,

that was called a secret crush.

After that, the carton of milk that used to come with the breakfast Otto brought me every morning went missing, and showed up on Lois's desk instead.

The snacks the teacher gave him for improving his grades went to Lois first now; I only got two pieces of candy.

In time, I got used to being the one he passed over.

And yet, later, of all people, it was me Otto confessed to…

When I jolted awake from the dream, it was only four in the morning.

I tossed and turned and couldn't fall back asleep, so I just got up and started packing.

The flight home was booked for a week from that morning.

I hadn't told the relatives yet. I genuinely didn't know how to say it.

Lucky for me, most of what Otto had given me were practical, good-value things.

None of the flashy little trinkets girls usually love, which made the packing a lot easier.

By eight in the morning, everything was packed.

Lois had posted again.

Otto, who never cooked, in an apron, carefully ladling porridge for her.

I liked the post.

Then I turned and directed the movers to carry everything out, piece by piece.

A little while later, every trace of me had vanished from the apartment.

The instant I stepped out of that place, the company sent through my job transfer paperwork.

The truth was, I'd stopped being an ordinary back-office clerk a long time ago.

After the transfer, I closed out a major project, and I was now the company's Director of Operations.

Otto just never knew.

Every time I wanted to share something about work with him, he'd cut me off without mercy.

"What work problems could a clerk possibly have? Don't waste my time with pointless office gossip."

Then he'd turn right around and talk shop with Lois, one project after another, both of them lit up about it.

A notification popped up on my laptop.

*Your transfer request has been approved. Please report to the Southport branch by the 8th of next month.*

4: 4

Southport, two thousand kilometers from here.

But Dad and my grandparents were all there.

When I hit confirm, something in my chest finally eased.

Over the next few days, I made the calls one by one and canceled everything for the wedding.

Otto never sent me a single message, and he never came home.

He was always like this.

After a fight, he'd leave me alone to stew until I came to him first and apologized.

Only this time, he'd be waiting forever.

The morning my flight was set to leave, I got a call.

“Ms. Brady, good morning. The wedding gown you ordered has been delivered to your door. Please come sign for it as soon as possible.”

I was so anxious I bolted out of the hotel.

The gown had been made from the design my mother left behind. It couldn't be returned.

The lead time was supposed to be a month. I hadn't expected it early.

But when I grabbed a cab and rushed back to that apartment,

the delivery that should have been at the door was gone, leaving only a pile of wrapping paper.

A bad feeling rose in me.

I pushed the door open. Otto was zipping up the back of Lois's dress.

Lois was smiling, pleased with herself.

“What do you think, Otto? Pretty clever with my hands, aren't I?”

“Take off those two bows at the waist, trim down the hem a little, and it fits just right.”

I stood frozen in the doorway.

Not until a scrap of cut fabric drifted down in front of my eyes did I finally come back to myself.

My eyes flooded red, and I couldn't stop myself from shouting,

“What are you two doing!”

The air went quiet for two seconds.

Maybe he hadn't expected me to come back so suddenly.

Otto pulled the startled Lois behind him, his voice dropping.

“Why are you yelling? You scared Lo.”

“Forgot to mention it. Lo has a photo shoot next week and wanted to borrow your gown.”

“You'll only wear this thing once anyway. Let Lo use it first, get the most out of it.”

I stared hard at the two of them.

“Why didn't you tell me first?”

Otto looked like he couldn't care less.

“You know now.”

Behind him, Lois seemed to find her nerve and quietly pulled a face at me.

I looked at all of it, unable to believe my eyes.

Behind Otto's self-righteous face, I couldn't help remembering how it used to be.

Back then, whenever I missed my mother, I'd hide myself away and take out the designs she left behind, going over them again and again.

Every time, Otto was the only one who could find me.

He'd point at that gown.

“Don't be sad. Someday I'll have all these dresses made for you, so you can walk toward happiness wearing your mother's love.”

And now, just to make Lois fit,

my mother's love had been cut to pieces.

“Snap——”

The string in my mind called reason broke clean through.

I threw myself at Lois like I'd lost my mind.

“Take it off. Take it off……”

“Take off the dress my mother left me!”

Lois was frightened by the sight of me, dodging and screaming.

“Otto, pull her off me!”

A huge force came from behind me.

The next second I was yanked back and slammed hard to the floor.

“Margery, what do you think you're doing!”

Otto kept Lois firmly shielded behind him.

Looking at him, for a moment I saw the boy from more than ten years ago, the way he'd looked when he protected me.

Only this time, his edge was turned on me.

“It's just a dress. You and Lo have more than ten years between you. Do you really have to be like this?”

I sat where I'd fallen, not moving.

Lois watched, and her eyes flicked.

“Otto, didn't you say Margie was talking about canceling the engagement a few days ago?”

“Looks like she was just saying it. She can't wait to marry you, or why would she be this worked up?”

At her words, Otto let out a cold snort.

He wrapped an arm around Lois and stepped past me in a few long strides.

“Enough. Lo wears the dress first. It won't hold anything up.”

“Keep making a scene, and the wedding's off.”

With the sound of the door closing, I was alone in the apartment again.

After a long while, I opened my phone.

I typed a line into both families' group chats and hit send.

【For everyone's information: my wedding to Otto is officially canceled.】