Ribbons Unbound: My Fiancé's Lingering Regret novel Chapter 87

The next morning, feeling somewhat better, I arrived at the design firm right on time.

Sarah, my creative director, held my resignation letter with mixed emotions when I told her about returning home for marriage.

"First my best jewelry designer leaves for marriage," she sighed, shaking her head. "The studio won't be the same without you."

Words failed me, so I hugged her instead, grateful for her mentorship over the years.

News of my departure spread quickly through the office. My colleagues insisted on throwing me a farewell dinner.

I suggested the Italian restaurant Castro and I frequented - partly because I didn't know many others, but mostly because their seafood risotto was exceptional.

During dinner, I excused myself to the wash my hand, only to find Oriana touching up her makeup at the marble vanity.

"What a coincidence!" She smiled warmly at my reflection. "You know, Castro first brought me here during our college days. We've had so many special moments in this place since then."

I returned a polite smile and turned to leave, seeing no reason for small talk between us.

But Oriana wasn't finished.

She called after me, "I noticed something the other night - Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off your shrimp. Are you sensitive to spice too?"

That single word - "too" - made me freeze.

The truth was, I loved spicy food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing my shrimp, claiming spicy food wasn't ladylike.

I'd believed he was being protective. Now I realized he was simply acting on habit.

It’s Oriana, who couldn't handle spice.

Seeing my silence, she tilted her head, studying my face with unsettling intensity.

"You know, I've been meaning to say this since I first saw you... Don't you think we look remarkably similar?"

I'd never felt more humiliated.

Under her triumphant gaze, I fled the bathroom, the pieces finally falling into place - I hadn't been his love, I'd been her replacement.

Back in the private dining room, my colleagues' warmth slowly thawed my frozen state.

Oriana shook her head, tears glistening. "It's nothing serious. She probably didn't mean it. Don't be so hard on her."

"If William finds out you struck his sister..." she added softly.

At the mention of my brother, something flickered in Castro's eyes. But looking at Oriana, his resolve hardened.

"William trusted me with her care," he said firmly. "If she needs correction, that's my responsibility."

I let out a bitter laugh. "What exactly did I do? Even criminals get due process. You're condemning and striking me without any evidence - doesn't that seem unjust to you?"

Castro's fists clenched as he glared at me.

"You knew there were no cameras in the restroom. That's why you chose to attack her there."

The absurdity of it all made me want to laugh and cry simultaneously. "If there were no cameras, how can you be so sure it was me?"

"Because Oriana wouldn't lie!" He took a step toward me, his cologne - the one she'd given him years ago, I now realized - overwhelming. "What possible reason would she have? I've known her for years. She's not capable of that kind of deception."

I met his gaze, unflinching. "So I must be the liar then?"