Chapter 2

This is the app Dashiell showed me when he was pursuing me. He said it's called "Piper."

Born for me, existing for me, it gradually recorded his daily expressions of love for me.

From when he was chasing me, to when he caught me, and then to when we moved in together.

Not only had he not looked at it in a long time, but I had also forgotten about Piper's existence.

Yet at this moment, the new updates displayed before me made my heart stop for an instant, followed by a dense, intricate pain.

In Piper, Dashiell and Scarlett's profile pictures were scattered throughout every corner.

And Piper's most recent update was a photo recorded by Scarlett.

"Having dinner with the one you love is a very happy thing."

The timestamp in the bottom right corner was today, and the person sitting across from her was Dashiell.

It was at the music restaurant, the one Dashiell always said he wanted to take me to, but never had time.

Turns out it wasn't that he didn't have time, it was just that the person he wanted to take wasn't me.

And Dashiell had replied below: "Every day I'm with you will be very happy."

Just then, Dashiell sent me a message: "Get ready, I'm taking you to see the venue."

What venue? The wedding venue?I wanted to refuse, but the person Dashiell sent was already driving up to me.

On Piperapp, it showed today was Scarlett's menstrual cycle.

......

When we arrived at the venue, Dashiell looked down at his phone, seeming rather distracted.

Whatever others showed him, he just nodded and said it was fine.

The only exception was when choosing the wedding dress - he specified it had to be a long iris gown.

Because Scarlett had written on Piper that the long iris style was her favorite.

But I'm not tall, so I can't pull off a long iris gown.

The sales associate looked at me uncertainly, and Dashiell scoffed, "Why are you looking at her? Whichever one I choose is the one."

His gaze fell on my fingers, suddenly pausing: "Melody, where's your ring?"

I touched the pale band on my finger and said flatly, "It didn't fit, so I threw it away."

In truth, I had thrown it away the moment I realized Dashiell's heart had changed.

After wearing it for so many years, how could it suddenly not fit?

Dashiell's expression was strange: "It didn't fit?"

He stared at me unblinkingly, and I let him look, indifferent.Ultimately, he pressed his lips together and made a new ring appointment on his phone, taking me along to see it.

"The lady's hands look a bit rough. Would you like to get some treatment?" The sales associate picked up my hand.

Dashiell frowned as he looked at my hand. "Never mind, we don't need that. We'll just buy the ring and leave."

But his prepaid annual care package for Scarlett was still displayed in the app.

I pulled my hand back, refusing to try on the ring.

Dashiell grew impatient. "Melody, can't you hurry up?"

"Dashiell, we're breaking up. There's no need to try on the ring."

Dashiell's face darkened. "So you deliberately threw away the ring?"

"I was just trending with Scarlett for a few hot searches, increasing some commercial value. Why are you so jealous?"

I picked up my bag to leave, but Dashiell suddenly grabbed my hand. "Are you serious, Melody?"

"Just because I was with Scarlett?"

"That was all for our future. If you can put up with it now, you'll be able to rightfully become my wife later."

I reached out and pointed to the first page of the brochure, indicating the large text that read "Dashiell & Scarlett".Dashiell's face turned pale, and he instinctively reached out to cover the name, trying to explain: "They made a mistake, Melody. I wanted to see our wedding."

He forced a smile: "You'll believe me, won't you?"

Just then, my phone rang. Dashiell immediately relaxed: "Go take care of that. We can discuss this later, okay?"

He continued on his own: "When you're done and come back, we'll sit down and clear up this misunderstanding."

He paused: "You will come back, right?"