His Female Bro Wore My Wedding Dress Chapter 09

His Female Bro Wore My Wedding Dress Chapter 09

“But you know, Mila is just spoiled. After all these years, I’ve just gotten used to it. Now I understand, and I promise it won’t happen again.”

I looked up at him. “Declan, she’s twenty-six. Are you telling me she truly doesn’t know what to wear or how to behave at someone else’s wedding?”

“What kind of ‘friend’ calls you drunk and crying past midnight on your engagement night? Or demands you drive her to the airport to pick up a cat when your girlfriend is in bed, sweating from period cramps?”

Declan’s face turned pale.

“I… I didn’t handle it well. But I understand now, next time, I won’t let her…”

“There’s no ‘next time.’ I interrupted him. “Whether there’s something between you two or not, it no longer matters to me. Please leave.”

He stood still.

“Selena, we had three years together. Are you really this heartless?”

I laughed.

I laughed until my tears almost came.

“Declan, when you were kissing her at our wedding, sharing that toast, introducing her to every important person in your life… did you think about our three years together then?”

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Just then, my assistant knocked and entered. “Miss Hayes, Mrs. Hawke is downstairs and wants to see you.”

Declan turned his head quickly. “My mom?”

I nodded at my assistant. “Let her come up.”

When Declan’s mother entered, she shot Declan a glance, one full of reproach.

“Selena, dear, Mila may be immature, but young people are bound to make foolish mistakes sometimes.”

She pushed a box toward me.

“You and Declan have been together for so many years, you can’t just let it go. I’ve seen everything you’ve done for him…”

“Mrs. Hawke.” I gently interrupted her. “My feelings and efforts were destroyed the moment you insulted me at the wedding.”

Mrs. Hawke’s composure finally cracked. “Selena! That’s a terribly harsh thing to say!”

“Mom! It’s not Selena’s fault. You’re tired. Please go back and rest. I’ll handle my matters myself.” Declan snapped at her.

He stood his ground, appearing to take my side.

But it was too late.

After his mother left, Declan remained.

It seemed like he had made up his mind.

“Selena, I’ll bring Mila over to apologize. We’ll clear things up face-to-face, and I promise I won’t contact her again.”

“No need.” I picked up my coat. “If you both had stuck to your ‘just friends’ story till the end, I might have had a shred of respect left for your self-deception. This way, it just feels like an even bigger joke.”

He insisted on bringing Mila with him.

I then said, “Declan, the two of you are a perfect match. One is selfish, the other plays dumb. One enjoys the ambiguity without taking responsibility, the other uses ‘friendship’ as a cover to cross every line. You deserve each other.”

“Please, continue your little romance and keep ruining each other’s lives.”

I stood up, walked to the door, and turned back. “Don’t come here to disgust me anymore.”

Then, I posted a notice at the company entrance saying that Declan and the dogs were not allowed to enter.

I then fully immersed myself in work.

On the day of the show, many people attended.

I pulled out the design sketches I had originally intended to give Declan and reworked them into a bold new version, forming a collection with a strong personal style.

The final set was the one I personally wore to showcase.

The applause was deafening.

After the show, during the interview, a reporter handed me the microphone. *Miss Hayes, would you say today’s success is a revenge on your ex?*

The flashes of the cameras kept popping.

I smiled with a calm expression. *I’m grateful for that experience. It clarified what I truly want. My life should never be a mere footnote in anyone else’s story.*

That evening, both the financial news and entertainment sections covered the show.

Declan tortured himself by scrolling through every video and article about me.