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We met at an art gallery exhibition, if I recall correctly. It was a show I attended to play the part of a devoted couple with the woman my family chose for a political marriage. I got your number under the pretext of buying a painting, and I've been contacting you ever since. You treated me warmly even though you knew I had a fiancée, and we eventually became lovers. Since then, you've lived in the house I provided, painted with the supplies I bought, and eaten meals prepared by the housekeeper I hired. I've never once thought it was a waste of money. I have plenty of that, and your smile seemed far more precious. I always slept at your place and spent every weekend with you. But the wedding day, which even I couldn't stop, has finally arrived. Still, I wanted to see you even there, so I told you to attend the wedding. Why are you making that angry face? No matter how many times I tell you that you're the only one I love, you keep making that expression, and it makes it hard for me to leave for the ceremony in peace. I'll run straight back to you as soon as the wedding is over, so don't you dare skip your meals just because you're upset. I'll be back with you soon, so please fix that sour look, Guest.