Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

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She did, however, have to put on a show for Oliver.

Emily feigned disappointment. She bit her lip, and sald, “I thought so. Violet wouldn’t agree to come. Sadly, she won’t be there, but the idea of her watching the man she loves marry her sister must be unbearable. Given this, I’d rather she didn’t come.”

Her act was convincing, complete with tears toward the end.

Emily’s reaction, full of apparent kindness, tolerance, and understanding, reassured Oliver of his choice of wife. Violet’s rudeness seemed stark in contrast to Emily’s kindness, solidifying his

belief that Violet wasn’t right for him.

“Emily, you’re really wonderful. You’re too kind,” Oliver said, embracing her and resolving to treat

her well.

Snuggled in his arms, Emily playfully responded, “Is this praise or mockery?”

“It’s definitely praise. You’re the best girl in the world to me.”

Emily gently closed her eyes, grateful to the gods for finally granting her Oliver.

After a brief embrace, Oliver gently pushed her away. “There’s something I need to apologize for.”

Concerned, her heart fluttered with unease. “What’s the matter?”

Oliver’s serious demeanor heightened her anxiety, as those with guilt often breed nervousness.

“I wrapped up the cup you bought for me and displayed it at our engagement ceremony, but it’s

explained with apprehension.

asked,

couldn’t recall giving him

water when I was in a coma. It’s been

Violet’s breaking that cup had also shattered

see,” Emily replied. Understanding

she said, grasping his hand. “It’s okay, I can

preferred not to have anything around that

fond memories

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speaking.” Emily, you are truly kind. Having you as my wife is a blessing. I promise to treat you and only you well for the rest of my

heart swelled with joy, feeling incredibly sweet.

to visit my studio later?” Oliver invited her after some

being their first such invitation, Emily eagerly accepted it. After dinner, they went to his studio. Oliver sat her down and took out a box, spreading some broken fragments on

you doing?” Emily

glue this cup back

I can get you another one,” she added, her eyes

of your love for me. It’s irreplaceable,” he insisted, tenderly holding the

the tender way he handled that cup was akin to

this man had affection for Violet, therefore, she was tempted to

throw them into the sea. Eventually, she held back,

to get to work, and stopped paying attention to

them, transported back in time

her while being more open with

she thought of that name, wishing she

“Violet?”

in hand, Violet heard