The Secret of the Lavender Field
Chapter 1
My fiancé was keeping a girl on the side, a
Lily who looked eerily like me when I was
younger.
He spoiled her rotten, giving her the world,
but he drew the line at her causing a scene
with me.
Everyone knew I was his weakness.
If I didn’t text him back within an hour, he’d
freak.
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But this Lily was ambitious, and she used his
adoration to send me a hundred and thirty-
two photos, alongside a couple of empty
Trojan condom wrappers.
“Hey, Brittany, I know I’m just a placeholder,
and I know you guys are getting married, but
does Jake go this wild with you?”
“We’ve slept together ninety–eight times
since you started planning your wedding:
fifty–seven times at hotels, thirty–one at my
place, and ten times at your house, in your
marital bed.”
“Don’t you get it? He doesn’t even love you
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anymore. Why are you still hanging on?”
That’s when I realized the boy who once
looked at me with such adoration was long
gone.
I cried my eyes out looking at those pictures.
Then, I called the “disappearances” agency.
“In seven days, I want our wedding to become
a funeral, so he can never find me again.”
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I’d barely hung up when Jake burst into the
house, looking panicked. “Brittany, why did
you sell all the stuff I gave you?”
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I stared calmly at the pile of jewelry boxes on
the floor, which he had clearly bought back. I
didn’t say a word.
Every time Jake cheated, he’d give me at
piece of expensive jewelry.
The sapphire necklace was last year’s
anniversary gift, and the pink diamond
bracelet was for Valentine’s Day this year.
And the rest of the scattered pieces were
treasures I once carefully cherished.
Each piece was worth a fortune, but to me,
they were now worthless.
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I used to think it was because he loved me.
Now I knew it was only to ease his
conscience.
I looked up, my eyes devoid of emotion.
“I just don’t like it anymore, I wanted to sell it
to get something new. You know, out with the
old, in with the new.”
Jake still seemed worried.
“Really? Nothing’s wrong, is it?”
I shook my head, and Jake finally seemed to
relax a little.
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“Brittany, promise me, if anything happens,
you’ll tell me, okay?”
I smiled, but didn’t answer.
Jake didn’t press it, but he wouldn’t let go of
my hand until we fell asleep.
But before sunrise, Jake’s phone rang.
I felt him get up carefully, trying not to wake
- me.
He even lowered the volume of his voice while
he was on the phone.
But in the quiet of the night, it was crystal
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clear.
At first, his tone was cold.
“I’m getting married. Don’t contact me
anymore.”
But then, whatever the person on the other
end said made him change his tone.
The man’s voice became soft, a tenderness I
barely recognized.
“Don’t cry…
He comforted her as if his heart was
breaking.
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And my tears fell, one by one, onto the pillow.
They were shards I could never piece back
together.
Jake hung up and was about to come back to
bed when he saw me sitting up, fluffing my
pillow.
He looked guilty.
“Brittany, you… you’re awake?”
“Some work stuff came up…
I nodded, not caring about his pathetic lies.
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I just asked him, “Are you going out?”
That seemed to be exactly what he wanted to
hear. He pulled out his black card and placed
it in my hand.
“Something came up at the office that I need
to take care of. Here, take this card. Buy
whatever you want.”
Before I could react, Jake rushed out.
I was picking out my method of faking my
death when Lily sent me a video.
It showed Jake shirtless, wiping away the
girl’s tears over and over.
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The girl sobbed as she wrapped her arms
around his waist.
“Honey, I know you have to marry her
because you promised, but can you please
don’t let me go?”
“I won’t be a burden. Please don’t let me go,
okay?”
The girl looked at him with tears streaming
down her face, and even I felt bad for her.
And Jake was no exception.
He paused, his eyes skimming over her face,
then he lowered his head and kissed her hard.
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At that moment, his actions spoke louder than
any words. I knew I was totally done with this
guy.
Thank God, there were only seven days left
before I could leave.
And seven days later was also our wedding.
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