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Despite everything, I decided to attend the gala.

Having recently acquired the business, I was in dire need of networking opportunities and resources.

As I entered, Chris was the focal point, effortlessly engaging with guests while his eyes scanned the room, clearly searching for someone.

His face brightened when he noticed me.

Slipping away from the group, he made his way to me. "Amber, I knew you'd show up."

He took my hand gently and murmured, "I'll tell everyone later that you're the only one I want to marry."

There was a time when I longed for his attention, his eyes on me.

Now, his affection meant nothing, and I could see his desperation.

I pulled my hand away and snapped, "Don't be absurd, Chris. I'm not here for you."

"Stop pretending. If not for me, why are you here?"

Just then, someone with a glass of wine approached us, "Mr. Walker, who's this lovely lady?"

Chris grinned, "My future wife."

I scowled and protested, "No, I'm not!"