Revenge is best served cold

Upon arriving home, I said goodbye to Eric by the elevator as usual. However, just as I was about to go inside, Eric suddenly called out to me.

He looked like he was hesitating about something. Feeling mildly confused, I tilted my head and turned to him.noveldrama

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He walked up to me and asked in a low voice, "We're really going to register our marriage tomorrow, right?"

I gave him a strange look but eventually nodded. "Of course. We agreed on this, didn't we? Don't tell me you're the one having second thoughts now?"

Eric shook his head. "Of course not. I'm just worried that you might regret it."

I chuckled. "I won't. I promised you, and I don't go back on my word."

Opportunities to help Eric didn't come often. As long as I could support him, I was willing to do anything-even if it meant marrying him. I truly owed him way too much.

After getting my confirmation, he subtly exhaled in relief. After a brief pause, he spoke again.

"There's one more thing."

I tilted my head again, signaling for him to continue.

He cleared his throat and then said, "Since we're getting married, it's not appropriate for us to keep living as neighbors."

My heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, my face was burning.

I nodded. "You're right. If we're going to put on an act, we might as well commit to it fully."

Eric immediately followed up, saying, "I have a villa in the south of the city. It's perfect as a marital home. If you're okay with it, we can move in tomorrow after getting our marriage certificate. I'll also arrange for your belongings to be transferred there."

I considered his words for a moment and slowly nodded under his expectant gaze. "Alright."

Since Eric had everything planned, I wouldn't have to overthink things. That saved me a lot of effort.

"There's not much I need to bring from here. It's just some work-related things. I can pack them in a suitcase and take them with me."

Having said that, I glanced at him and asked hesitantly, "Should I bring some essentials? After all..."

After all, that was originally Eric's house.

It probably only had his stuff. If I just showed up with a single suitcase, it might feel... a little inappropriate.

Eric smiled indulgently and said, "No

need. The moment you agreed, I

started preparing your room for you. need to

Just dike you said, all you you.

bring is a suitcase."

His thoughtfulness made me feel like I was floating on clouds. He was so considerate that I almost felt guilty.

Hence, to make things easier for him, I packed my suitcase that very night and left it by the door.

This way, Eric wouldn't have to come back and help me pack.

After I was done packing, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I

grabbed my phone and mindlessly scrolled through it.

A message from Natasha popped up. "What are you up to?"

Lately, I had been swamped with work and my divorce from Jeremiah. I barely had time to meet up with her.

She had been bombarding me with messages, and all I could do was apologize and promise to hang out with her once my divorce was finalized.

But then, Eric got sick, and I had to take care of him, which resulted in me postponing our meetup time and time again.

Seeing her message, I immediately sent an apologetic sticker and replied, "What

a coincidence. I just finished packing and got in bed."

"Packing?" Natasha was confused. "Didn't you just move in recently? Why are you moving again?"

That was when it hit me—I forgot to tell her that I was getting married to Eric. Thankfully, I realized this before signing the papers with Eric, so there

was still time to break the news to

her

After a long moment of hesitation, I took a deep breath and mustered the courage

to send her the message.

"I'm getting married."