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

he explained with

Emily asked, “Which cup?”

couldn’t recall giving him

for giving me water when I was

that cup had

see,” Emily replied. Understanding dawned on her.

that cup,” she said, grasping his hand. “It’s okay, I can always get you

to have anything

fond memories

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truly kind. Having you as my wife is a blessing. I promise to treat you and only you

heart swelled with joy, feeling incredibly sweet.

visit my studio later?” Oliver invited her

being their first such invitation, Emily eagerly accepted it. After dinner, they went to his studio. Oliver sat her down

are you doing?”

to glue this cup

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

of your love for me. It’s

the tender way he handled that cup was akin to him holding Violet’s face.

affection for

the sea. Eventually, she held back, not wanting

to get to work, and

back in

her while being more open

of that name, wishing she could rip

“Violet?”

hand, Violet heard her name called. She looked