Fiancé Chooses Another Woman

My fiancé, Kolton Mendez, amidst the chaos of a car accident and subsequent fire, risked his life to save his beloved Zendaya Perry first. Due to this, he now carries scars, his once handsome face disfigured, but he still manages to find comforting words for Zendaya, reassuring her that he has me to rely on. My stomach churned, and I let out a quiet, sardonic laugh.

For the sake of the promise Kolton made all those years ago, kneeling with genuine sincerity, vowing never to betray me, I've decided to set him free. I want to honor true love — may they stay in love even when they have nothing left.

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While I was caring for my mother, who had just undergone surgery, I accidentally clicked on a trending topic. That’s when I discovered why Kolton's phone was unreachable: he had been at the scene of a car accident and fire, risking his life to save Zendaya first. Trapped in a car that could explode at any moment, he shielded her from the flames with his own body. Normally proud and reserved, there he was, eyes red, begging the firefighters to save his lover first. Videos from the scene were circulating, and the comments below praised this "pure love" with admiration.

I silently clenched my phone tighter.

Kolton and Zendaya are lovers? Then what am I, his girlfriend of six years, his official fiancée? I pushed down the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind and hurried to Kolton’s hospital room. As soon as I entered, I saw Zendaya still holding his hand, on the verge of tears.

"It's all my fault, Kol. You're about to get engaged, and yet your face… I'm the one who dragged you into this."

Kolton's face was covered with jagged scars, the grotesque wounds having ravaged his previously refined appearance. He gently pulled Zendaya into an embrace.

"Don’t worry. I did this willingly. You don’t have to worry about Angie; she's always been understanding."

"If she can't accept my face, then she doesn’t deserve to stay by my side."

Once again — the tenderness in the eyes of someone usually so distant wasn't directed at me. Hearing those words, “doesn’t deserve,” pierced my heart sharply, and I forced a bitter smile — he must have thought he had me wrapped around his finger. Indeed, for years, I had been trailing behind him, trying to catch up.

"Angie!"

I snapped back to reality. Zendaya was now clinging to my arm.

"Angie, I'm so sorry. It’s my fault that Kol got hurt."

"You love Kol so much, surely you wouldn’t mind that he got hurt because of me, right…"

Facing away from Kolton, Zendaya gave me a challenging smirk.

Anger surged through me, and I shoved her away.

"If you know you're a troublemaker, why do you keep showing up? That's quite something."

Kolton immediately frowned, cutting me off with a cold voice:

"Enough!"

"Angie, Zendaya already feels really guilty. There's no need to say more."

I slowly clenched my fists, nails digging into the flesh of my palm.

Zendaya turned back to Kolton, tears streaming down her face before she even spoke.

"Kol, don’t blame Angie. She's just worried about you… Besides, it’s my fault to begin with."

"If your facial injuries cause any issues between you and Angie, I'll live with that guilt forever."

Kolton gently stroked her head.

"Silly, a few scars on a man are nothing. Don’t overthink it."

He then turned to me, his gaze deep, his voice taking on that all-too-familiar lecturing tone.

"Angie, do you even realize what you’re saying?"

"Impulsive, disrespectful… Apologize to Zendaya now!"