But then Cera started to sob. "Julian, please don't fight with my sister because of me."

"I'm fine, really. It's only right that she's angry with me..."

Cera's cries were soft, as if she were suffering the world's greatest injustice.

The look in Julian's eyes turned cold again.

"You're jealous that I like Cera."

"You're jealous that I'm good to her."

"You're jealous that everyone adores her."

"Rosalie, you're not the person you used to be."

"You've become twisted, haven't you?"

He turned and left, carrying Cera in his arms.

I watched them go, and I suddenly realized my tears had dried up.

This was good.

I had cried so much for Julian these past few days.

From now on, I truly don't think I'll ever feel hurt by him again, or shed another tear.

That evening, the private, encrypted group chat for the young heirs of our families suddenly lit up.

Julian had posted a message.

"What do you do when you suddenly feel like getting married?"

The group exploded.

"Julian, are you finally making it official with Rosalie?"

"Should we start calling her Mrs. Russell now?"

People started tagging me. "Congratulations, Rosalie! Time to buy us all a round of drinks?"

"Julian, when's the wedding?"

The chat was chaotic, messages flooding the screen.

I was about to type a message to clear things up.

I was not their future boss's wife.

And I was not the one Julian wanted to marry.

But Julian beat me to it.

"What the hell are you all talking about?"

"I never said the person I want to marry is Rosalie Moretti."

Then, he added Cera to the group.

He tagged everyone. "Look closely. This is your future Mrs. Russell."

The noisy group suddenly fell silent.

For a long time, no one said anything.

Julian: "Why is everyone so quiet? Say hello to your future lady."

A few people started to trickle in with greetings for Cera.

I thought for a moment, then typed a message.

"Congratulations. I wish you both happiness."

After sending it, I left the group.