I can, Caden! I can believe worse than this.” I smirked sadly. But now, I don’t harbor any resentment for him.
I still remember the flutter in my heart when I saw him for the first time.
Just then, Caden’s phone rang. It was Drake.
“Caden, the day after tomorrow, Aeris and I are getting married. I’d like you to be my best man again.”
Caden stayed silent.
“I know you and Lyra were close. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you,” Drake added.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll be there,” Caden replied, giving a bitter smile at my coffin.
“How ironic. They’re having their wedding on the same day your funeral is! And they want me to be the best man!”
Even in death, the news still managed to pierce my heart.
On the day of my funeral, Caden wore a black suit and dark sunglasses to the wedding, as he had to attend my funeral afterward.
My soul followed him to the venue.
The grand castle was adorned with flowers, and a symphony orchestra played in the background.
In comparison, my wedding was modest and simple.
So this is the difference between being loved and not being loved.
Caden’s arrival drew people’s attention.
“I got you a white suit, didn’t I? Why are you dressed like this? The ceremony hasn’t started yet—go change quickly!” Drake said, his voice irked.
“There’s no time to change. After being your best man, I still have to rush to Lyra’s funeral,” Caden said, removing his black sunglasses to reveal his red, swollen eyes.
