After Seeing My Fiancee's Son, I Got Into a Flash Marriage

Veronica shot me a sharp glare and snapped, “Marvin, I can’t believe how petty you are. Since you clearly can’t accept Skyler’s existence, I guess we have no choice but to break up!”

“Alright,” I replied calmly.

My indifferent response caught her off guard.

Skyler nudged the little boy beside him and coaxed, “Come on, call him ‘Uncle.’ Tell him not to be upset.”

But the boy scowled and shouted, “I won’t! He’s a bad man—a homewrecker!”

He shoved me hard. “Don’t you dare take my mommy away!”

People nearby turned to look. Some of them even had disdain in their eyes.

I heard someone mutter, “Wow, look at this guy—what kind of shameless homewrecker comes to the Civil Affairs Bureau to steal someone else’s wife?”

I looked down at the boy and spoke evenly. “Don’t worry. Your mom and I are over.”

“I wish your parents a long, happy life together.”

Veronica nodded, clearly satisfied. “Now that’s the mature attitude I want to see from you. Keep it that way.”

Then she turned and walked off, holding the boy in one arm and Skyler’s hand in the other, a perfect little family unit.

As I watched them leave, I thought to myself, That wasn’t me being mature. I meant every word I said.

I found a nearby café to wait for Cassidy.

While I was sipping my coffee, a sudden headline popped up on my phone:

Breaking News: [Heiress of the Monroe Group abruptly walks out during overseas signing ceremony.]

My heart skipped a beat.

Monroe Group? Heiress? Could it be... Cassidy?

I tapped the link, and a video began to play.

On the screen, a tall, elegant woman turned away from a signing table while speaking urgently on the phone.

It was indeed Cassidy. Who else could it be?

I could even faintly hear her say, “Whoever backs out is a little puppy.”

The video cut to a foreign reporter interviewing the other party involved in the contract.

“Miss Monroe left midway through the signing. Do you consider that disrespectful to your company?”

The older white man simply shrugged with a warm smile. “All I can say is—love comes first. I don’t feel disrespected at all. In fact, I admire her. It aligns with our values, too.”

“We’ll wait for her to return and finish the signing. It won’t affect our cooperation in the slightest.”

I set my phone down, my emotions in turmoil.

Cassidy had chased after me for ten years, always putting me first, loving me with everything she had.

And yet, I had been blind—completely focused on Veronica, never giving Cassidy the chance she deserved.

Now, finally disillusioned with Veronica, I was starting to wake up.

Only now could I truly compare the two and understand the difference between real love and mere obligation.

I opened my inbox and found all the old emails Cassidy had sent me.

Each one burned with affection, each word sincere and heartfelt.

I used to find her letters irritating, but now… I can feel the affection hidden between every line.

These weren’t just messages—they were love letters, plain and clear.

And for the first time, my heart ached for her.

How had she held on all these years?

I read every message carefully, one by one. Without realizing it, dusk had fallen.

Suddenly, a bouquet of flowers appeared before me.

I looked up—and there she was. Cassidy, beaming from behind the bouquet.

“Honey, sorry to keep you waiting,” she said cheerfully.

That word honey startled me. I wasn’t used to it.

Sensing my silence, Cassidy grew anxious. “Don’t tell me, you’ve changed your mind?”

I gave her a smile. “Relax. I’m not about to become a little puppy.”

We walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau side by side and registered our marriage.

I knew there were still people across the ocean waiting for her to return and complete that important deal—so I urged her to hurry back.