After I Became Disheartened, The CEO Went Crazy

In the seventh year of dating Noah Quincy, he proposed to me at my birthday party.

While I was overjoyed looking at the ring on my hand, he was in the bathroom, fooling around with the girl next door.

"Noah, are you really going to marry Madeline?"

Noah sneered, "It's just for fun. She's nothing compared to you."

When I was completely disheartened and turned to another man, he went crazy, begging me not to leave him...

My name is Madeline Grant, the daughter of Imperia's richest man, and the acknowledged princess of Imperia's elite.

Noah's family background was vastly different from mine.

When he confessed to me, everyone thought he was a bastard lusting after a princess, waiting for me to humiliate him and make him no shame.

But I agreed because, when I was eight, he saved me from traffickers. From that moment on, I was committed to him.

Everyone knew that I liked Noah. As long as Noah asked, I would give him everything.

In the seven years of our relationship, Noah went from being so worried about me that he would rush me to the hospital if I said I was in pain, to not even showing up when I was hospitalized after a car accident.

I don't know when it started, but he changed. He stopped loving me, became indifferent to everything about me, and was incredibly attentive to that so-called girl next door.

I met the girl next door, Belinda Garot, for the first time when Noah and I went home to meet my parents.

Belinda threw herself into Noah's arms in front of me, looked me up and down, and then disdainfully said, "This is your girlfriend? She's pretty average."

Then she immediately covered her mouth, eyes wide open, and innocently said to Noah, "Oh, Noah, your girlfriend won't be mad at what I said, right? It's my fault for speaking so bluntly."

My beauty was well-known, and many pursued me. Because Noah's mother was present, I held back and looked at Noah, expecting him to defend me since he never allowed anyone to speak ill of me.

But he said to me, "Belinda is still young and speaks bluntly. Please be understanding."

Meanwhile, Belinda was still clinging to Noah, wriggling and acting coy, saying, "Her gaze is so fierce. I'm scared."

Noah looked at me and warned, "In front of my mom, you need to behave. Don't throw a tantrum. Belinda is still young, don't scare her."

At that moment, I didn't know whose boyfriend he really was.

During the summer vacation of my sophomore year, I went abroad for a semester.

I had an apartment near the school and gave Noah the keys, allowing him to come over anytime.

But I never expected that when I suddenly came home, I would find many women's shoes on the shoe rack by the door.

My bag, a birthday gift from my dad, was hanging by the entrance. I distinctly remembered that when I left, all my bags were in the closet.

As I walked in, I heard laughter and saw Noah in the kitchen with a cake. Belinda was sitting at the bar, wearing my clothes, and they both had cream on their faces.

Noah's hand froze in mid-air, still holding a dollop of cream he was about to smear on Belinda's face.

At that moment, I felt like my world had collapsed.

My boyfriend, in my house, was joking around with another woman, and that woman was wearing my clothes.

They were so engrossed in their fun that they didn't even notice the sound of me opening the door.

Noah's face instantly darkened, "Why are you back?"

As if I shouldn't have come back and interrupted their fun.

I questioned him, "Is my coming back ruining your good time?"

Belinda looked at me, full of grievance. "Madeline, you're making it sound like I'm a homewrecker."

"Shut up."

Belinda pouted and then started crying, "Madeline, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have played around with Noah. We've been like this since we were kids. I'll be more careful in the future."

Noah's tone was harsh and full of blame, "It's just brother-sister play. Why are you freaking out?"

"Noah, this is my house. Don't you think you owe me an explanation as to why she's wearing my clothes and why my bag is hanging by the door?"

Noah, with an air of ownership, said, "She's my sister and is staying here temporarily. She'll move out once she finds a suitable place. These clothes of yours are out of season, and you'll just throw them away and get new ones. Since you're not in the country, I thought it would be better for Belinda to wear them instead of wasting them."

"What gives you the right to make decisions for me? These are my things!" Anger burned in my heart, feeling a sense of betrayal.

Belinda came over and grabbed my hand, "Madeline, don't be angry. If you have any issues, take them out on me. Don't blame Noah or argue with him."

I didn't like others touching me, and I knew she had no good intentions. She was a manipulative person, and I didn't want to be involved. So I shook off her hand.

I hadn't used much force, but she fell backward, breaking a glass on the table. Her hand landed on the shards, cutting her skin and causing blood to spill.

Belinda screamed, "My hand, my hand..."

I wanted to help her up, but Noah pushed me hard. I tripped over the sofa, flipped over it, and hit the back of my head on the table, feeling dizzy immediately.

In my daze, I seemed to hear Noah scold me, "Belinda is a pianist. If her hand is seriously injured, her future will be ruined!"

Belinda's sharp cries were the last thing I heard before losing consciousness.