Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

wasan silent mode burring with over 20 missed calls. They were all from Simon.

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Once the senior seamstresses had lett, Janice prepared to call for a designated driver.

Sherehe head at the sound.

"I'll drive you home," Edward said,noveldrama

"L" Janke besitated..

“Janice," another voice called out.

The voice that interrupted her froze het in place.

She turned toward the underground parking lot, where the voice had come from Sinne stand beside his car, his expression stormy.

Her hand, which had been reaching for her phone, stopped in mid-air She put it back into her beg.

Simon began walking toward her.

Edward, standing by his own car, leaned casually against it and lit acigarette.

The restaurant's exterior lights cast a soft glow over the three of them.

“Janke, didn't you hear calling you? simon demanded. His eyes darted toward Edward, his jealousy simmering as he took in the scene of them leaving together.

To Simon, Janice seemed even more dazzling, radiant in a way she hadn't been before. She wasn't just beautiful, she was confident and capable. All of this used to belong to Simon Janice was his.

Simon stepped forward, reaching out to grab Janice's ann. But before he could, a pure blocked his path

Edward stood at six feet one while Simon was six feet. There wasn't much difference between them at first glance

Edward's voice was cold, even colder than the crisp autumn night. "Who are you to her?"

Simon's pride flared as he pled to Edward, "I'm her boyfriend."

Hearing this, Edward glanced sideways at Janice, his gaze sharp. "Boyttend

Simon's eyes set to Janire, laced with a villed threat.

Who did Simon think bew?

Butane didn't finch The air caned her voice, and she sounded husky from all the liquor. “No, he's not "

“Janice, you—” Simon started, attempting to sidestep Edward and reach for her again.

But Echard shined slightly with a single step to the lem, effortlessly blocking him once more. He stared into Sumon's eyes, which were filled with hidden anger. He let out a faint laugh as he said, “Janice, get in the car."

Those words carried the weight of an order. For once, however, Janice didn't feel stifled or humiliated by the tone. Instead, she felt a strange sense of clarity. Without healtation, the tumped and walked toward Edward's

car.

Simon's chest lightened as he watched her retreat. His voice rose behind her, tinged with desperation. “Janice! We were together for seven years. Can you really just forget it all?" He wouldn't directly confront Edward. In Simon's mind, women were never worth becoming a source of conflict between men. Edward might have an interest in Janke now, bur Son was convinced it was nothing more than flectingcuriosity.

Men with his kind of status would lose interest just as quickly as they gained in Simson believed it was only a matter of mir before Edward discarded her. And because of that bellet, he saw no reason to antagonize Edward over Janice

latuce paused but didn't look back. Her voice was steady, cutting through the tension. “Of course, I havn't forgotten."

Sason let out a sigh of rebel.

But before he could savor his sense of victory, Janice continued, her words like a blade, “And I haven't forgotten how much you've hurt me either, we're done, Simon. Our breakup is final Stop coming back."

She stepped into Edward's car without giving on a chance to respond. A war of disbelief surged through him as he saw antce leave the place.

Wat Jance truly breaking up with him?

Did she really not love him anymore?

years of relationship! That couldn't just varisly like that.

She had to beating our of anger, he reasoned. She was just vrulling.

Then, the luxury car skowly disappened into the adon breeze, Ealing tram Simon's sight.

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