Mia scoffed. “See? Even God’s waving a red flag at this wedding.”
She turned to the woman at once, a bright smile breaking across her face. “No worries, sister. Thanks for trying. Let’s call it a day—no marriage today.”
The woman glanced awkwardly between them, then pointed at Mia. “She’s already married to another man.”
Mia blinked—then her lips curved upward before she could stop herself.
“Oh. Right. How could I forget?” Her shoulders relaxed, relief slipping through her as she turned to James, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “I’m already married—to my current husband. I can’t have two marriages, right?”
James stared at her as if the ground had dropped away beneath his feet.
“When?” he whispered. “When did you register it?”
“Just a few weeks after I left your house,” Mia replied.
The color drained from James’s face.
He had assumed—hoped—that even if she had married someone else, she wouldn’t have registered it yet. After all, he himself had delayed their registration for three months.
His body went rigid.
“Why…” His voice cracked, barely holding together. “Why did you do it? “Was it revenge? Because I didn’t take care of you when we were married? Or because of the kidnapping that day?”
His hands trembled. His face had gone frighteningly pale.
Mia stared at him, startled.
‘Did he really fall in love with me? I’ve never seen him like this,’ she thought. ‘Like someone abandoned by the entire world.’
But even then—
She felt nothing.
“Answer me, Mia.”
Mia stared straight into his eyes.
Her fingers clenched at her sides as she spoke.
“The day I walked out of your house was the day I decided I would never live with you again. That decision had nothing to do with anyone else.”
She paused, then continued coldly, “I’m married now. Please don’t bother me again.”
James’s face went deathly white.
Before he could say anything, Mia picked up his phone from the counter. Her fingers moved quickly as she deleted the photo of her ID from it. She placed the phone back down and frowned at him sharply.
“Don’t steal my ID again!” she snapped.
She then turned and started to storm out of there.
That was when James’s hand flew to his chest.
Suddenly, pain exploded in his chest. His hand flew to his heart as he staggered back, tears bursting uncontrollably from his eyes. He covered his face, his body shaking violently as he leaned against the counter—then slowly slid down to the floor.
Mia halted mid-step.
She turned back—and saw him on the ground, clutching his chest, shaking, crying like a man whose world had just ended.
