It seemed that Sandra had told her own lies so often that she’d started believing them herself.

I didn’t bother to call out her contradictions.

When I remained silent, she went on, “But there’s one condition. Before you come back to Wendell Group, you have to apologize to Lester. After all, you did lay hands on him last time. If he forgives you, then you can come back.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that. “Sandra, you’re way too full of yourself. Since when did I say that I wanted to go back? You want me to apologize to Lester? Honestly, he doesn’t even deserve it.”

Her face immediately flushed with embarrassment, but she quickly remembered why she was here. She pulled a wedding invitation out of her bag.

Both our names were printed clearly on the card.

I looked at it, confused, wondering what she was up to this time.

Sandra sighed and said in a resigned tone, “Fred, just stop this already. Look, this is our wedding invitation. I’ve already booked the venue and invited all the guests.

“I’m a woman of my word. We’ll have the wedding in three days and take our relationship public. This should be enough to calm you down, right?”

After all these years, she’d had plenty of chances to marry me and make things official. However, she only brought it up after I’d given up on her.

At this point, I just didn’t care anymore.

Before I could refuse, she shoved the invitation into my hand. “Prepare yourself. I’ll come get you in three days.”

Then, she turned and walked away.

But she didn’t know she was courting disappointment; I was beginning my new job in three days.

This time, I wasn’t going to give up my future for Sandra.

No sooner had she left than Lester texted me. “Fred, I heard that Sandra wants to marry you. Don’t get cocky! As long as I’m around, that wedding won’t happen! Don’t believe me? Just try!”