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Story: Twice Betrayed
The makeup artist was perplexed but had no option but to comply.
After finishing the call, Mason returned to the hospital ward and discovered Camilla awake, which made him nervous. “Camilla, did I wake you? Are you feeling unwell?”
Camilla’s pale face lit up with a smile as she shook her head. “Is something wrong with Tessa?””
Mason felt both guilty and tender when he looked at the gentle Camilla in front of him. “She won’t open the door for the makeup artist. She’s having a tantrum at home.”
Camilla sighed helplessly: “Tessa was spoilt by her father. She’s so impolite. You’re already exhausted, and she’s not helping to alleviate your burden.”
Then, pretending kindness, she said, “Don’t worry about me. Go home quickly to console Tessa. How can she marry without proper makeup?”
Mason smirked as he carefully wrapped the blanket around Camilla. “I’m not going to bother with her. If she wants to look ugly at her wedding, then so be it. She has been mocked by everyone in Marinegate City before. What can I do if she has no self-respect?”
Mason felt he had gone too far when he said this, so he quickly checked Camilla’s reaction, but Camilla simply smiled and closed her eyes, content.
Finally, Mason texted me: “Tessa, stop this nonsense. Open the door. “The makeup artist is here.”
This single message was enough to ease his guilt over his harsh words.
Before the wedding, the groom was scheduled to pick up the bride at 10:00 a.m., a lucky hour determined by a professional astrologer.
Mason should have come here to punish me, but he didn’t because he was worried about leaving Camilla alone in the hospital.
The wedding party arrived at the house, but no one came to open the door; it was only then that Mason realised I might be genuinely angry.
Camilla noticed Mason’s discomfort and suggested that he go home and comfort me instead. “Women understand women best.” No matter how serious the situation, a husband’s reassurance can resolve it. “Go quickly, Mason, before you miss your own wedding.”
Mason was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness, and when he returned home, he discovered the house was completely empty.
He panicked and searched the entire house for me and any messages I might have left.
At this point, Jameson approached him and put his hand on his shoulder, “Could Tessa have left…”
“Impossible!”
Mason quickly argued, “She’s clearly angry and hiding somewhere, waiting for me to console her. She is so irresponsible, throwing tantrums at inappropriate times!”
Hearing this, Jameson could only shake his head helplessly before gathering people to look for Tessa.
Mason slumped dejectedly on the couch, repeatedly calling my phone, which remained turned off.
Finally, Jameson noticed something unusual in the house: “Wasn’t there a teddy bear here?” Where is the plush bear?” Mason looked up and realised that the teddy bear that had occupied the centre of the living room was indeed gone. As if suddenly realising something, he ran upstairs like a madman and opened the closet, where he discovered, unsurprisingly, that all of my clothes had disappeared.
After finishing the call, Mason returned to the hospital ward and discovered Camilla awake, which made him nervous. “Camilla, did I wake you? Are you feeling unwell?”
Camilla’s pale face lit up with a smile as she shook her head. “Is something wrong with Tessa?””
Mason felt both guilty and tender when he looked at the gentle Camilla in front of him. “She won’t open the door for the makeup artist. She’s having a tantrum at home.”
Camilla sighed helplessly: “Tessa was spoilt by her father. She’s so impolite. You’re already exhausted, and she’s not helping to alleviate your burden.”
Then, pretending kindness, she said, “Don’t worry about me. Go home quickly to console Tessa. How can she marry without proper makeup?”
Mason smirked as he carefully wrapped the blanket around Camilla. “I’m not going to bother with her. If she wants to look ugly at her wedding, then so be it. She has been mocked by everyone in Marinegate City before. What can I do if she has no self-respect?”
Mason felt he had gone too far when he said this, so he quickly checked Camilla’s reaction, but Camilla simply smiled and closed her eyes, content.
Finally, Mason texted me: “Tessa, stop this nonsense. Open the door. “The makeup artist is here.”
This single message was enough to ease his guilt over his harsh words.
Before the wedding, the groom was scheduled to pick up the bride at 10:00 a.m., a lucky hour determined by a professional astrologer.
Mason should have come here to punish me, but he didn’t because he was worried about leaving Camilla alone in the hospital.
The wedding party arrived at the house, but no one came to open the door; it was only then that Mason realised I might be genuinely angry.
Camilla noticed Mason’s discomfort and suggested that he go home and comfort me instead. “Women understand women best.” No matter how serious the situation, a husband’s reassurance can resolve it. “Go quickly, Mason, before you miss your own wedding.”
Mason was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness, and when he returned home, he discovered the house was completely empty.
He panicked and searched the entire house for me and any messages I might have left.
At this point, Jameson approached him and put his hand on his shoulder, “Could Tessa have left…”
“Impossible!”
Mason quickly argued, “She’s clearly angry and hiding somewhere, waiting for me to console her. She is so irresponsible, throwing tantrums at inappropriate times!”
Hearing this, Jameson could only shake his head helplessly before gathering people to look for Tessa.
Mason slumped dejectedly on the couch, repeatedly calling my phone, which remained turned off.
Finally, Jameson noticed something unusual in the house: “Wasn’t there a teddy bear here?” Where is the plush bear?” Mason looked up and realised that the teddy bear that had occupied the centre of the living room was indeed gone. As if suddenly realising something, he ran upstairs like a madman and opened the closet, where he discovered, unsurprisingly, that all of my clothes had disappeared.