Chapter 3After My Fiancée Called Me Boring, I Canceled the Wedding

I went back to the apartment alone, without turning on the lights.

Moonlight spilled in, falling across the massive wedding portrait in the living room.

In the photo, I was the only one smiling, while Molly just stood beside me, expressionless, her arm hooked through mine.

So it had already gone wrong back then.

I'd just chosen to ignore it.

"Davis, you actually left?" Molly pushed through the door, brows furrowed. "Do you know how rude that was! Reese has been running around helping with our wedding, and you just left him sitting there?"

I didn't respond. I got up and walked into the living room.

This place used to be decorated in the minimalist style I loved. But now...

The couch was draped with the glossy silk cushions Reese liked. The coffee table held one of Reese's limited-edition sports car models.

Even the scented candle had been changed, from the cool mint I preferred to the cloyingly sweet tuberose that clung to Reese.

My gaze finally settled on the wedding dress in the center of the living room.

The dress I'd designed myself, the one I'd commissioned and had hand-sewn over six months, had been tossed carelessly on the floor.

In its place, hanging on the rack, was the tackiest off-the-shelf design from the bridal shop.

Molly walked over and lifted the dress from the rack. "Reese picked this one. He said a backless dress is sexier."

When she spoke, her eyes lit up, a glow that only appeared when she mentioned Reese's name.

"But that's not the one I chose," I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could.

"But it's the one Reese likes." Molly cut me off as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "His taste is better than yours."

I didn't say anything more.

When someone doesn't care about you, nothing you say makes a difference.

Molly said casually, "On the wedding day, Reese wants to be the one to lift my veil. He says it'll be more dramatic. Just go along with it."

I turned and looked at her.

In the moonlight, her face was breathtakingly beautiful and terrifyingly unfamiliar.

"You said you'd give me a grand wedding of the century, didn't you?"

"Even though that was just an empty promise." Molly reached up and touched my face. "After the wedding, I'll make it up to you."

She pressed a careless kiss to my lips. They still carried the taste of the sweet lip gloss Reese liked.

I stood there and didn't move.

Somewhere deep inside me, something shattered with a deafening crack.

I turned my head, and my gaze fell on the freshly opened bottle of Macallan on the coffee table.

The whisky caught the light, dark and red as the blood that had run down my temple three years ago, on that rainy night, in an alley in the slums.

A power struggle within the Family. I'd walked into an ambush and barely made it out alive.

Back then, it was Molly who had walked toward me through the rain, holding a black umbrella.

She was trembling with fear, but she still reached out her hand.

Her hand was cold, but in that moment, I felt a warmth I'd never known before.

For her, I retracted every fang I had as the Don of the Winchester Family and willingly became a silent shadow behind her.

I even assumed the identity of an ordinary employee at the Family conglomerate, turning myself into a loyal ornament she could display whenever she needed.

But now, I was exhausted.

I made a call. "Greene, send word. The wedding is off."

Greene hesitated. "Are you sure, sir? Weren't you planning to reveal your identity at the wedding and give Ms. Prescott a wedding she'd never forget?"

I hardened my voice. "She doesn't deserve it."