My Sister’s ‘Secret Boyfriend’ Was My Fiance Chapter 05
Graham took Lila home first thing the next morning.
He said she needed someone with her right now, so he was going to stay with her.
I said nothing.
He did not need my permission. He was only letting me know.
That afternoon, I received a message from a friend.
She sent me a photo and asked:
My friend: [I just ran into your sister and Graham. Why are they holding hands? They look like they’re dating.]
They were dating.
Sad as it was, I had never imagined that the person Graham would cheat on me with would be Lila.
I opened the photo. They appeared to have gone out for a meal.
Lila’s eyes were still swollen, and she still wore that same fragile, wounded expression.
So this was what Graham meant by being there for her.
Then again, he had made his choice between Lila and me a long time ago.
I replied:
Me: [Yes. They’re dating.]
—
After sending the message, I put my phone aside and continued packing.
I had contacted a real estate agent the night before about selling the property. He had come by that afternoon, looked through the place, and given me a rough estimate.
He asked casually, “You mentioned this was supposed to be your home after the wedding, and the renovations still look pretty new. Why sell it all of a sudden?”
I smiled. “We broke up, so I’m selling it.”
This was supposed to be our home once we were married. Graham had bought it, but he had put the deed in my name.
He said he wanted me to feel secure and that it did not matter whose name was on the deed.
From the renovations and furniture to every decorative piece in the house, Graham had chosen everything with my tastes in mind.
Because he knew I loved flowers, he had even had a private terrace built.
He had ruffled my hair and said with a smile, “I’ll take care of the flowers. All you have to do is enjoy them.”
“Maybe you’ll even be able to make your own bouquet for the wedding.”
We really had grown flowers there.
Unfortunately, Graham and I would never be getting married.
—
I opened a drawer, took out all my important documents, and packed them into my suitcase.
By the time I finished packing, it was already dark.
I checked the time and only then noticed that Graham had sent me two messages half an hour earlier.
Graham: [I won’t be home tonight. Lila needs me here.]
Graham: [Tomorrow is our fifth anniversary. I’ll come get you.]
I had almost forgotten.
Tomorrow would mark five years since Graham and I had gotten together.
But there would be no anniversary celebration.
I did not reply. I simply blocked his number.
The next afternoon, Graham came back to pick up Nora.
Standing outside the door, he entered the code twice, but the keypad rejected it both times.
He frowned.
Had Nora changed the code?
The old code had been the date of their first anniversary. Nora had chosen it because it was easy to remember and meant something to them, and they had used it ever since without changing it.
Why had she not told him?
—
He was about to call her when he heard the elevator doors open.
He thought Nora had come back, but it was not her.
Three people stepped out of the elevator. As they headed toward him, Graham felt a flicker of annoyance, assuming they were solicitors.
The man in front seemed surprised to find someone standing outside the door.
“Sir, are you sure you’re on the right floor?” he asked.
Before Graham could answer, the man added, “This condo is up for sale.”