Runaway Groom (Groom Series Book 1) (English Translation)

Chapter 32

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Chapter 32: Selfish

I really want to approach Mew. I want to ask him so bad about what I just saw. I want to let him explain. Because I want to make things clear.

But I could not find the courage to do so. With the number of people around, I do not want to make a scene. I do not want everyone to find out that he cheated on me. If that is the case.

Their kiss was brief. I cannot bear the sight of Mew's flustered face.

I forced myself to step away from there, even if it was so hard. My chest feels so heavy. But I managed to leave the venue without letting Mew know that I was there.

So much for surprising him on his birthday. It seems like I was the one who got surprised.

I could not erase from my mind what I had just witnessed. It just kept on replaying on my head. How their lips touched, and how Mew did not even try to push Tommy away.

I was spacing out as walked along the street that a car almost run me over. Fortunately, I was able to return to my senses.

But I can't really think straight. Even if I try not to think about what I saw, I kept thinking about it over and over again.

There's just too much pain in my chest.

Why did Mew not push him away?

All I could think of now was to go to a quiet place where I could think peacefully.

I feel like I've been cheated. I also started to overthink.

How about the days and nights that I weren't here? Did they kiss too? And do they only kiss? I don't know. Painful thoughts started to fill my head.

My tears streamed as I walked. I no longer care if people are looking at me. Even if I look like a fool crying on the street.

I called for a taxi.

"Jones Bridge," I told the driver.

The driver nodded. I was about to board the taxi but I heard "Someday" playing on the car stereo. I cried even more. It made me remember my experiences in Maldives. It was that same song I sang when I ran away from Mew during our honeymoon.

My memories with that song is just too painful.

"I'm sorry. I changed my mind," I told the driver.

I don't want the song to add to the heaviness I'm feeling right now because I might not be able to handle it.

I closed the car door and let the taxi leave.

I called for another one.

"Jones Bridge."

But the stereo was playing a breakup song too so I did not want to ride anymore.

"I'm sorry. I'll take another cab."

"What the hell! Stop calling for taxis when you do not plan to hire them!" the driver complained. He quickly drove away.

I'm sorry!

I called for another taxi. Before I could tell the driver where my destination is, I listened to the car stereo first. It was off. So I hopped in quickly.

"Where to, sir?" the driver asked.

"Jones Bridge."

He nodded and drove away.