Chapter 541:
Betty pretended not to hear, and Mom turned to me.
“Your sister might be tired. Don’t mind her. I’m going to the bathroom.”
With that, Mom walked toward the bathroom.
At that moment, the makeup artist had gone next door to work on the bridesmaids and flower boys, leaving me alone with Betty in the lounge. The tension in the air was palpable. Betty crossed her arms over her chest and let out a cold laugh.
“Sis, I really admire your ability to handle men. Now you have two children, yet you still managed to find a man like Klein who treats you so well. I honestly don’t know what you did to seduce him.”
I could hear the mockery in her words. I never thought that one day, my sister would mock me as though I were her enemy.
Though I was angry and hurt, I glanced toward the bathroom. Mom was inside, and if I quarreled with Betty now, it would only make her upset. Besides, it was my wedding day, and I didn’t want Betty to ruin it.
I stood up suddenly. Betty took a cautious step back and whispered, “What do you want to do?”
I could see the fear in Betty’s eyes. Was she afraid that I would hit her? After all, when we were younger, I used to discipline her on behalf of Mom whenever she misbehaved. But those days were gone. We no longer had the bond we once shared.
I stared at Betty for a moment, and two seconds later, I said, “I’m going to the bathroom!”
With that, I lifted my dress and walked out.
Bella’s POV:
I left the lounge and walked down the corridor, the walls lined with glass. I leaned against the cool surface, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Was I really about to marry Klein? We were about to officially become husband and wife. I was nervous, but more than that, I felt a deep yearning for a fresh start. I whispered to myself, “It’s fine. Everything will be fine. Klein loves you very much.”
“The future will be beautiful. Don’t worry…”
I took a deep breath, calming myself, and turned to head back. But then, I saw a figure entering the bathroom just ahead of me. It was a fat man, and the cap on his head immediately reminded me of someone—the same man who had been with the other thug when they had confronted Klein a few days ago. I froze.
“Today is my wedding day with Klein. He even hired a bodyguard team. All the guests need invitations to enter. Why is this man here?”
This definitely wasn’t a coincidence. Something was off. There had to be a scheme at play. My instincts told me this wasn’t right. Gathering my courage, I walked toward the bathroom. I gently pushed the door to the men’s bathroom open.
There was no one inside. The man must have entered one of the stalls. I quietly stepped in and hid in one of the compartments. As I did, I heard the sound of flushing, which masked my movements. My heart raced as I sat there, feeling exposed and anxious. I was scared of being discovered. What if this man had harmful intentions? But how could I find out what he was up to without taking the risk? I didn’t want to miss this opportunity.
I carefully held my skirt in place and lifted my feet, hoping no one would notice me.
