During those years, thanks to the money Mrs. Felgherra offered to me. I used the money in paying all our debts for raising me and my brother and started my own business. I worked tirelessly day and night to offer my family the life they deserved. Still, no matter how successful I became, the shadows of Argos and our time together lingered.
When the night comes, I scoured the internet for any news of him. My heart fluttered with pride at his achievements, and I even sent him flowers, congratulating him anonymously. I missed him so much but I could never reveal myself. While I was already a successful CEO, it still wasn't enough for me. I was traumatized on how they looked at us, as if were just cockroaches to them so I strived harder so that no one can step down on us.
Then one day, an article shattered my fragile peace: Argos was set to marry Alice. The news ignited a storm of emotion—a deafening mix of heartache and longing surged through me.
The dreadful day approached, and I hesitated on the brink of attending his wedding. I knew I should stay away; my presence would inevitably disrupt the joyous atmosphere. But the thought of missing a final glimpse of Argos forced my hand. I donned my best dress, carefully concealing the pain that writhed within.
Creeping into the church, I felt like an intruder, just a gatecrasher in someone else's beautiful fairytale.