After my engagement to Simon Page, he secretly planned a trip abroad with Yara Watson, the woman he had loved for years. The day before their departure, he was chatting with his friends and Yara in the lounge of a golf club. "Simon, you just got engaged, and you're already taking Yara on a trip. Aren't you afraid Rosalyn will find out?" Simon scoffed. "I hired a guy to pose as her suitor. He’ll keep her so occupied that she won’t have time to bother me. "If something really happens between them, even better. I can use it as an excuse to officially end the engagement and be with Yara openly." Standing outside the door, I trembled as his words sank in. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at the handsome man behind me, his expression filled with guilt. "Then let’s grant him his wish and get married." But just as I was preparing for the wedding, Simon suddenly knelt before me in agony. "Rosalyn, I was wrong. Please, don’t marry him!"
View MoreOn the day of the wedding, after my parents learned everything Simon had done to me, they used their long-standing business influence to invite some of the most powerful figures in politics and commerce. The ceremony turned out to be far grander than I originally planned. It was their way of standing up for me. Just as we were about to exchange rings, Simon suddenly barged in out of nowhere. He had clearly taken the time to groom himself, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, looking nothing like the disheveled man I saw before. His eyes were filled with emotion as he pleaded, "Rosalyn, he’s just a replacement I hired! Don’t let him fool you. He doesn’t love you. If you marry him, you’ll never be happy!"Please, give me one more chance! I’ll prove my love to you!" I remained stone-faced, about to signal security to throw him out, when suddenly, a ragged-looking woman rushed in. Grabbing Simon by the collar, she cried, "Simon! You told me I was the love of your life! Let’s
Ever since I moved back into the apartment I had bought after graduating, Simon had been relentlessly calling and texting me. Whenever his constant messages got on my nerves, I would glance at them now and then. The messages were nothing more than him asking where I lived or insisting that we needed to talk. Lately, I had been overwhelmed with explaining my sudden engagement to Hector to my parents and handling wedding preparations. Frustrated and exhausted, I finally blocked his number. While selecting wedding invitations at a planning studio, an unfamiliar number suddenly popped up on my phone. I answered, but the other end remained silent for a long time. Just as I was about to hang up, a deep voice came through. "Rosalyn, we need to talk. I'm outside the studio." I stepped toward the second-floor window and looked down. Sure enough, Simon stood outside. Leaning against his car, his usually neat hair was a mess. As if sensing my gaze, his eyes immediately found mi
Simon pushed himself off the couch and strode toward me. “Are you really that attached to him?“Rosalyn, do you think bringing another man here and putting on a show to make me jealous is fun?” He closed the distance between us with deliberate steps. Even with my back pressed against the wall, leaving me no escape, the oppressive weight of his presence didn’t ease. Placing both hands on either side of me, he caged me in the narrow space between him and the wall. His gaze darkened as he leaned in. “I’m giving you one last chance. If you apologize now, you can still be my fiancée.” I met his eyes, my stare icy. “Simon, did I not make myself clear enough? We’re over. And I don’t ever want to see you again.“This is the last time I’ll step foot in this house. I only came to pick up the things I already packed. My fiancé is waiting for me outside. Don’t waste my time.” His lips curled into a smirk. “You really think I’m going to fall for that? You’re just playing hard to get.“R
Simon’s eyes burned with rage as he seized my arm, his voice sharp with accusation. "Rosalyn, you have the audacity to cheat on me right in front of my eyes?"I met his glare head-on, refusing to back down. "Simon, we’ve already broken up. Who I take wedding photos with has nothing to do with you."And if we’re talking about cheating, let’s not forget who really crossed that line." My gaze flickered toward Yara. Simon scoffed. "Men at my level are expected to have women around them. It’s completely normal. And Yara is gentle and considerate. So, marrying her would only be natural." I let out a sharp laugh. "Great. Then our breakup is perfect timing. Now you can be with her openly." Yanking my arm free from his grip, I turned to the sales associate. "Bring me your latest wedding dress collection. I’m busy, and I don’t have time to waste here." Just as I took Hector’s hand and started toward the second floor, Simon suddenly stepped in front of me, blocking my path with a long st
The other person remained silent for a long time, saying nothing.Just when I thought he was about to reject me, he suddenly spoke. "Alright, let’s get married."The voice belonged to none other than Hector—the man Simon hired to pretend to pursue me.His tone was gentle as he said, "I’ll pick you up tomorrow."I thought he was joking. But at dawn, my doorbell rang.Rubbing my swollen, tear-stained eyes, I opened the door to find Hector standing there, impeccably dressed.Looking at his face, I had the sudden urge to ask how much Simon paid him, given his looks.Seeing my pale, exhausted expression, a flicker of concern passed through his eyes. "Have you been crying over him?"I forced a casual smile. "No, just got some dust in my eyes."Before I could ask why he was here, he sighed, his expression carrying a hint of indulgence."Didn't we agree? I came to pick you up today."We’re getting married soon. I can’t just let you handle everything alone. And I certainly won’t let you take y
On the day of Simon’s grandmother’s birthday banquet, the family estate was packed with guests. As Simon and his father’s influence in the business world grew, nearly everyone eager to forge a connection with them showed up. Dressed in an elegant white dress, Yara looked young and radiant, her soft beauty accentuated by the delicate fabric. Standing beside her, Simon had his arm wrapped around her waist, the two of them toasting guests like a perfect married couple. I watched them from a distance, my heart tightening as if a giant hand had clenched around my heart, making it hard to breathe. A nearby servant noticed my pale expression and quickly approached, bowing respectfully. "Miss Rosalyn, you’re here." The lively chatter around us suddenly quieted. Guests turned to glance between me and the pair at the center of attention, curiosity and speculation flickering in their eyes. Soft whispers rose behind me. "So, she’s Simon Page actual fiancée?" "Then who’s the one
Simon hadn’t come home all night. At dawn, the buzzing of my phone jolted me awake. The moment I answered, his commanding voice came through the line. "Make a few of your best dishes and deliver them to the address I just sent before noon." "Uh—" Before I could say a word, he hung up. I glanced outside at the raging storm. Visibility on the road was terrible, and I nearly got into an accident several times. After finally picking up the ingredients, I rushed home, working frantically to prepare four dishes and pack them into an insulated container. Drenched in sweat, I hurried to the hotel room Simon sent me and knocked on the door. But the person who answered wasn’t him—it was Yara. She stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a bathrobe, her exposed skin marked with the remnants of a night of indulgence. Beaming, she took the container from my hands. "You must be Rosalyn. Simon told me you're a great cook. Thanks for going out of your way to bring me food." Her
Simon, the boy who grew up next door, had been by my side since childhood. He was handsome, intelligent, and always ranked at the top of our class. As the less gifted one, I looked up to him, striving to keep up. During our final year of high school, I studied tirelessly to get into the same university as him. On the day of our college graduation, I finally mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He was drunk, his gaze lingering on me with a complicated expression. Just when I thought he was going to reject me, he said, "Alright, let’s date then." The moment the words left his lips, he pulled me into his arms, his warm lips pressing against mine as we sank into the moment. Because of that kiss, I never once hesitated to stay by his side. Even when he refused his family’s financial support and we ended up living in a cramped basement apartment, I endured every hardship with him without complaint. When he started his own business, a mutual friend once warned me, "Si
I looked at the message from the wedding company, hesitating over whether I should really change my groom. Just then, Simon Page returned, dragging his suitcase behind him. As soon as he opened the door, he stood in the living room and shouted impatiently, "I'm starving! Rosalyn, get out here and make me something to eat!" His voice was especially grating. I frowned, quickly turned off my phone, and hurried to the kitchen to cook him a plate of pasta.But when I placed the plate in front of him, he didn’t touch it. Instead, his gaze lingered on my face, scrutinizing me. "Did you meet anyone new while I was away?" My heart clenched at his words, and I immediately recalled what he said in the private room at the bar. A tightness formed in my heart, making it hard to breathe. I knew exactly who he was referring to—Hector Ford, the man he hired to pretend to pursue me. The same man who might soon become my groom. Hiding my emotions, I met his gaze directly and said, "No."
I looked at the message from the wedding company, hesitating over whether I should really change my groom. Just then, Simon Page returned, dragging his suitcase behind him. As soon as he opened the door, he stood in the living room and shouted impatiently, "I'm starving! Rosalyn, get out here and make me something to eat!" His voice was especially grating. I frowned, quickly turned off my phone, and hurried to the kitchen to cook him a plate of pasta.But when I placed the plate in front of him, he didn’t touch it. Instead, his gaze lingered on my face, scrutinizing me. "Did you meet anyone new while I was away?" My heart clenched at his words, and I immediately recalled what he said in the private room at the bar. A tightness formed in my heart, making it hard to breathe. I knew exactly who he was referring to—Hector Ford, the man he hired to pretend to pursue me. The same man who might soon become my groom. Hiding my emotions, I met his gaze directly and said, "No." ...
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