In the past, I cared about Theo so much that I would give him anything he asked for and do anything for him. But now he had personally woken me up. Thinking back, ever since Megan returned to the country, everything he did was for her. He had forgotten that I was supposed to be the one spending the rest of my life with him. My response angered Theo. "What do you mean by that? You're not willing? You'd better understand this: Megan is my best friend. You'd better make her happy, or I might not marry you!" With that, he slammed the door and left. Feeling frustrated, I went downstairs to jog in the park. After running one lap, I received a call from Arlo Shaw. Thinking of Arlo's perpetually stern face, I hesitated for two seconds before answering. "Once you're on my ship, you're my person. If you dare to run, I'll tie you up and bring you back!" Arlo's first sentence was a direct hit. I remained silent, and he continued: "Let's get the marriage certificate." "I'm afraid you'll change your mind." Arlo Shaw, you're acting strange. I had already imagined tens of thousands of scenarios in my mind where he would use our marriage to torment me. In the end, I could only muster up a sentence: "See you at the wedding, Mr. Shaw." As soon as I finished speaking, Theo appeared behind me out of nowhere: "You're inviting Arlo Shaw to our wedding? I forbid it!" He stared at me as if facing a great enemy: "Genevieve Quinn, didn't I tell you not to associate with Arlo Shaw? His intentions towards you aren't pure. If you insist on inviting him to our wedding, don't blame me for getting upset!" Before I could say a word, he had already laid down his threat. Theo had always disliked Arlo Shaw and harbored an inexplicable hostility towards him. When we first got together, he even became jealous because Arlo and I often bantered on SnapChat. After that, I gradually cut off contact with Arlo. But he actually said... Arlo Shaw had impure intentions towards me? I was about to ask further when Megan suddenly leaned against Theo's neck. "Theo, you're hurting me..." Only then did I notice they were holding hands while taking a walk. Theo coughed awkwardly twice but showed no intention of letting go of her hand. Megan looked at Theo with deep affection, then turned to me with a pretense of helplessness: "Sister Genevieve, I'm sorry. Theo and I were just practicing the wedding procedure in advance. Please don't mind." "I won't tell anyone about you hitting me or damaging my mother's grave. But please don't hurt Theo. True love can't withstand tests." Not wanting to watch her act, I turned to leave: "Since you're so looking forward to it, I'll find someone to beat you up tonight and then dig up your mother's grave!" Slap! Theo slapped me hard across the face. "Genevieve Quinn, how can you be so vicious?!" His brows were furrowed, and his chest heaved. I'm vicious? He believed someone else's manipulative words, but five years of our relationship couldn't earn me even a bit of his trust. I suddenly felt a surge of anger and wanted to confront Theo, but Megan stepped in front of him: "Genevieve, please, I'll return Theo to you as soon as the wedding is over." "Please have mercy and don't hurt the people around me, or Theo." As she spoke, she was about to kneel before me. Theo quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, preventing her from kneeling, while glaring at me angrily. "Genevieve Quinn, stop playing your rich girl bullying games!" "You know I hate that the most. If you still want to marry me, stop making trouble!" With that, he warned me not to appear in front of them during the time before the wedding. Unexpectedly, Theo contacted me the very next day. He started with a barrage of scolding: "Genevieve Quinn, did you really go and dig up Mrs. Lee's grave?! I never thought you were this kind of person!" Filled with confusion, I called my assistant to investigate, only to uncover an extremely shocking fact. Megan's mother... wasn't dead.