Love Is Like A Shooting Star

At the engagement party, my fiancé took my best friend Naomi’s hand and said he wanted to marry her.

Everyone was waiting to see me laugh, but Marty said he had been in love with me for a long time and wanted to marry me.

I was very hurt after having just experienced betrayal, so I agreed to Marty’s proposal.

After marriage, I focused on my family and obeyed Marty’s words.

But after he got drunk, I saw the message in their chat group.

[Marty, it’s Naomi’s birthday the day after tomorrow. Have you thought about how to deal with your family? You are amazing. You married Hazel for Naomi.]

Marty made a vomiting expression and replied: [If it weren’t for Naomi, how could I marry such a boring woman? Wait a few years, when Naomi’s career stabilizes, I will kick her out directly!’

The cruel truth hurt me.

***

Marty was drunk. When he came home, I put him on the sofa to make sobering soup.

His phone was vibrating wildly.

I looked at the screen of his mobile phone curiously and it happened to be a message from their chat group.

[Marty, it’s Naomi’s birthday the day after tomorrow. Don’t forget to send your family away.]

I looked at the screen with great curiosity, but the next message struck me like a thunderbolt.

[It’s really hard for you, marrying someone you don’t love and watching the woman you like marry someone else.]

I opened the screen of his mobile phone with trembling hands and looked through the chat records between Marty and his friends.

The messages completely shattered all my fantasies about this marriage.

It turned out that Marty proposed to me just to make me stop entangled with Naomi.

Looking at the photos of Naomi in his mobile phone album, I was completely desperate.

The perfect lover in my eyes was just a joke.

Marty moved beside me and I hurriedly put his phone down and pretended nothing happened.

“Naomi?”

I forced a bitter smile and swallowed my sadness.

The doorbell rang.

I went to open the door and saw Marty’s friend standing at the door.

Seeing that it was me who opened the door, he forced a far-fetched smile.

“Marty got drunk and left his design drawings with me. I’ll bring them to you.”

I took the drawings into the house and quietly opened them.

The drawings were for a new project that Marty had taken on recently. I was also a talented student in the Department of Architecture, so I could see the clues in the drawings at a glance.

All the buildings in the entire project were regular, forming a “Naomi” character.

I went to the study to find all of Marty’s design drawings. Tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t see what he was designing, but all the lines finally formed a character - Naomi.

No wonder, every time I wanted to make a design drawing, Marty refused with the excuse that he was busy with work. It turned out that he didn’t want me to disturb him from missing his lover.

Back then, my fiancé regretted his marriage at the engagement party, which made me embarrassed in public. It was Marty’s sudden appearance that pulled me out ...