Betrayal Before the Wedding: I Don’t Want My Fiancée Anymore!

　　"Yes, my heart is dirty. You are decent, so I don't deserve you."

　　"That's great. Without me, you can find someone who is worthy of you."

　　Her eyes were dark and cold as if she was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart. She let out a sigh. "Alden, let's go back. My parents are still waiting for you at home for dinner."

　　Thinking of her parents, I felt a little guilty.

　　Lacey's parents had different personalities from hers.

　　Her father was kind and talkative, and her mother was gentle and beautiful.

　　They always treated me well. Sometimes, they even treated me better than Lacey.

　　Perhaps, they thought that people would be good to each other.

　　Now that they were good to me, I would be good to Lacey.

　　Just as they had expected, I was tolerant of Lacey.

　　I never let her worry about me.

　　The first thing I did when I got home every day was to cook for her.

　　I just hoped that she could have a good rest after a long day's work.

　　But I didn't expect that she didn't take me seriously even though I had tolerated her.

　　We had to make things clear.

　　So, I didn't reject her.

　　However, I didn't take her car. Instead, I drove there myself.

　　She looked bad, but she did not say anything.

　　I followed her to her parents' house.

　　Before I even entered the house, I heard her mother say, "We don't have any fruit at home. Go buy something Alden likes."

　　"Okay, I'll go now."

　　Her father came to the door and saw us. He paused for a moment, and then a kind smile appeared on his face. "You're back. Come in. I'm going to buy some fruit. I'll be back soon."

　　I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say.

　　On the way here, I had already imagined how her parents would scold me and blame me.

　　Never would I have imagined that not only did they not scold me, but they were smiling at me instead.

　　In the past, whenever I saw them, I would greet them enthusiastically, hoping to leave a good impression on them.

　　But now, I couldn't say anything.

　　Lacey took out my slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them on the ground.

　　I pursed my lips and put them on. "Thank you."

　　She paused and looked at me with a complicated expression.

　　I deliberately avoided her gaze and walked in with familiarity.

　　Mrs. Cantrell was busy in the kitchen. Hearing our voices, she hurried out. "Alden, you're here. Take a rest on the sofa. Dinner will be ready soon."

　　She and Mr. Cantrell smiled brightly as if I had never run away from the wedding.

　　Seeing the smile on her face, I felt even more guilty.

　　But that didn't shake my determination to break up with Lacey.

　　I sat on the sofa and looked at the turned-off TV.

　　Lacey poured me a glass of water and put it in front of me. "It's not the first time you've been here. Why are you so nervous?"

　　I looked steadily forward and indifferently replied, "Because this is not my home."

　　As I spoke, I added indifferently, "It's not the first time, but the last time."

　　Lacey clenched the cup in her hand, and her fingertips turned white.

　　She pursed her lips as if she was restraining something.

　　At the same time, the doorbell rang.

　　She got up and opened the door. The clear voice of her childhood sweetheart, Wayne Lawrence, came from outside the door.

　　"Lacey, what are you cooking at home? It smells so good."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he changed his shoes and walked in.

　　He was even carrying a gift he specially brought.

　　When he saw me, he paused for a moment and forced a smile. "Alden, you're here too."

　　I glanced at him coldly. When I saw the slippers he was wearing, I froze.

　　His slippers were blue and cute with bear patterns.

　　It was a match to the pink ones Lacey was wearing.

　　The corners of my lips curled up into a self-deprecating smile and I swallowed my words.