The wedding ended perfectly.
We had seen off most of the guests, and the close relatives had left. The only ones remaining were our dearest friends, insisting on partying until we couldn't stand anymore.
Killian was unusually in a good mood, accepting every drink that was offered to him.
Perhaps because he was drinking too fast, he choked and started coughing intensely.
His eyes turned red from the coughing.
He laughed while coughing, bent over, torn between sadness and joy. The people around him exchanged confused looks.
"Killian, are you okay?"
Killian waved them off, straightened his back, and hoarsely said, "I'm fine. Just a little too happy. Today is the day I married Amya. We finally got married!"
I had just finished taking off my makeup and changing clothes when I walked out and saw this scene.
Eve Ruiz sneered and whispered in my ear, "Happy? I don't see it! He's been acting strange all day!"
I smiled and said nothing.
Actually, anyone with a clear eye could tell something was off with Killian today. He zoned out several times, especially during the ring exchange, when he remained silent for a long while. Before putting the ring on my finger, he glanced at the closed door, almost like a sigh, a mockery. He then smiled and turned around, suppressing all his emotions. No one knew what was wrong with him.
Except for me.
But I could only apologize.
Today, he wouldn't get what he wanted.
The guests saw me and quickly waved me over.
"Amya, come on, you two haven't had your wedding toast yet. Hurry up, you can't skip this part!"
I smiled faintly and walked forward, ignoring the gaze Killian fixed on me.
I grabbed a glass of wine.
"Forget the wedding toast. You all enjoy yourselves. The venue can stay open, but we'll be moving to another location soon. All the expenses go on my tab. I'll take my leave now!"
I finished the glass in one go.
If they didn't feel something was off now, then they were truly oblivious.
The room fell silent.
It was almost awkwardly quiet.
But my smile never faded.
I set the glass down and turned to leave.
Killian caught up with me when I reached the hall downstairs.
He grabbed my hand, pulling me painfully.
"Where are you going?"
"To the airport."
"I asked you, where are you going?"
"France. Fashion show!"
Killian gritted his teeth, his gaze intense.
He asked me, "What are you doing?"
I looked at him, his well-tailored suit clinging perfectly to his form, and sighed almost imperceptibly. This suit was handmade, every detail meticulously overseen by me.
For it, I had flown abroad four times, finalizing measurements, adjusting the details, striving for perfection. Without a doubt, this groom's suit was flawless.
But today, it didn't look good on Killian.
What a pity!
I raised my hand and expertly adjusted his tie. My hand slid along his collar, brushing his neck.
At the moment his Adam's apple moved, I tugged the necklace hidden under his clothes. Killian's muscles tensed instantly.
He instinctively tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip, stopping him from moving.
His face darkened.
His lips opened and closed, but no words came out. I broke the silence.
"Don't worry. She's not not coming back, I just bought her a day for thirty million. Tomorrow, at 3 PM, you can go to the airport and pick her up!"
