In the past, I cared so much for Chloe that I would give her anything she asked for and do anything for her. But now she had woken me up herself. Thinking back, ever since Ryan returned to the country, everything she did was for him. She had forgotten that I was supposed to be the one spending the rest of my life with her. My response angered Chloe: "What do you mean by that? You're not willing? You'd better understand this - Ryan is my best friend. You'd better make him happy, or I won't marry you!" With that, she stormed out, slamming the door. Feeling frustrated, I went down to the park for a run. After just one lap, I got a call from Stella. Thinking of Stella's perpetual icy expression, I hesitated for two seconds before answering. "Once you're on my ship, you're my person. Try to run and I'll break your legs!" Stella's first words were a direct hit. I stayed silent, and she continued: "Send me your ID card first so we can get the marriage license." "I'm afraid you'll change your mind." Stella, you're acting strange. In my mind, I had already imagined thousands of ways she could use this marriage to torment me. In the end, I could only squeeze out, "See you at the wedding, Miss Song." Just as I finished speaking, Chloe suddenly appeared behind me: "You're inviting Stella to our wedding? I forbid it!" She glared at me as if facing a formidable enemy: "William, didn't I tell you not to associate with Stella? Her intentions toward you aren't pure. If you insist on inviting her to our wedding, don't blame me for getting upset!" Before I could say a word, she had already laid down her ultimatum. Chloe had always disliked Stella, harboring an inexplicable hostility. When we first got together, she even had a jealous outburst because Stella and I often bantered on social media. After that, I gradually cut off contact with Stella. But she actually said... Stella had impure intentions toward me? I was about to ask further when Ryan suddenly stumbled and leaned against Chloe's neck. "Chloe, you're pinching me..." Only then did I notice their intertwined fingers as they walked. Chloe coughed awkwardly twice, but made no move to let go of his hand. Ryan gazed at Chloe tenderly, then turned to me with a helpless expression: "Will, I'm sorry. Chloe and I were just practicing the wedding procedure. Please don't mind." "I won't tell anyone about you hitting me or vandalizing my mother's grave. But please don't hurt Chloe. True love can't withstand tests." I didn't want to watch this act, so I turned to leave: "Since you're so eager, I'll have someone beat you up tonight and dig up your mom's grave." Slap! Chloe slapped me hard across the face. "William, how can you be so vicious?!" Her brows were furrowed, her chest heaving. I'm vicious? She believed someone else's lies so easily, yet five years of our relationship couldn't earn me even a shred of her trust. Anger suddenly welled up inside me. I wanted to confront Chloe, but Ryan stepped in front of her: "Will, please. As soon as the wedding's over, I'll return Chloe to you." "Have mercy and don't hurt the people around me, or Chloe." As he spoke, he was about to kneel before me. Chloe quickly wrapped her arms around his waist to stop him from kneeling, glaring at me furiously. "William, stop playing your rich boy bullying games!" "You know I hate that the most. If you still want to marry me, stop making trouble!" With that, she warned me not to appear before them again until the wedding. But the very next day, Chloe contacted me herself. She started off with a barrage of scolding: "William, you really went and dug up Mrs. Wood's grave. I can't believe you're this kind of person!" Utterly confused, I called my assistant to investigate, only to uncover a shocking truth. Ryan's mother... wasn't dead.