dessert for my wedding. Now, it had been desecrated and turned into a cheap prop for their flaunting.
I stormed into the dessert shop, only to find Willow smearing cream across her upper body. She pressed herself against Ryan in a scandalous display. Their intimacy was so brazen, it made my stomach churn.
She deliberately swayed her cream-covered body in front of Ryan, giggling as she fed him bits of cake from it.
“Those cakes were meant for my wedding!” I snapped, my voice cold and sharp. “What right do you have to touch them, let alone ruin them like this?”
Willow turned toward me, momentarily startled, but quickly replaced her shock with a pitiful expression. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whimpered, “Ryan, did I do something wrong? Why is Alice so upset?”
Ryan stepped in front of her protectively, his gaze filled with irritation.
“Alice, it’s just a cake,” he sneered. “You’ll make new ones anyway. What’s the harm in letting Willow try some?”
Then, with a mocking glance, he added, “Besides, it’s not like the design or flavor is that impressive. Your skills are still nowhere near a professional bakery. You should be honored that Willow likes it.”
His audacity left me speechless. Not only did he disregard my hard work, but he even had the nerve to ridicule me.
My eyes scanned the room until they landed on a spatula on the counter. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and scraped off every bit of cream from Willow’s body. Then, I threw every cake she had touched into the trash.
“Ryan, if you obviously don’t care, then watch closely,” I said with a bitter laugh. “I won’t keep anything that’s been tainted—and that includes people.”
A heavy silence fell over the shop. Ryan’s expression froze, clearly stunned by my decisiveness.
“Alice!” he roared, reaching out to grab me.
But before he could, Willow let out a pitiful cry. “Ryan… I think she cut my skin… It hurts so much…”
She clung weakly to his arm, whispering, “But don’t worry about me. Go comfort Alice instead… It’s all my fault anyway…”
Ryan hesitated for a moment before turning back to me, his eyes now burning with anger.
“Don’t bother with her!” he snapped coldly. “Jealous, spiteful women like her need to learn to reflect on their behavior.”
I didn’t spare him another glance as I turned and walked away.
This was just the beginning.
