My Fiance Chose His Manipulative Ex, I Chose My Protective Husband

Matteo hugged her tightly. He was so panic that he didn't know what to do and his voice was trembling.

"Lenoir, wake up, don't scare me."

He picked her up and ran out.

The moment he reached the door, he paused and then he spoke words that were like an ice knife piercing my heart.

"Jeanette, if anything happens to my first love and my son, I'll make you pay with your life."

With a loud bang, he slammed open the door and ran out.

I walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, feeling disappointed.

The coldness and bitterness in my heart made my eyes well up with tears.

I opened a bottle of wine and drank it glass by glass, thinking about every little thing I had with Matteo.

In college, he was the most handsome boy and came from a wealthy family, while I was just an ordinary girl.

At the New Year's dance party, I stepped on my dance partner's feet six times and he threw me into the pool with a cold face.

Surrounded by pairs of partners, I blushed and lowered my head in embarrassment.

Matteo, the host, came over, took my hand with a smile and led me in a spin.

Looking into his smiling eyes, I relaxed and my body suddenly lightened up.

That day, I kept spinning and flying, receiving applause from the whole room.

That day, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You're good, don't deny yourself just because you've met someone bad."

From that moment, Matteo shone into my heart like a ray of light.

Unfortunately, he already had a girlfriend at that time, Lenoir.

I could only silently and secretly love him, letting my longing grow like a vine in my heart.

Soon, the sound of the phone ringing woke me up from my reverie.

Matteo's soft voice sounded in my ears.

"Yesterday, I was a bit harsh and impatient to you, please don't take it to heart."

"Come to the hospital and apologize to Lenoir, so that she can take care of her pregnancy with peace of mind. Our wedding will still be held as usual. Don't make a joke out of such an important matter as our wedding just because you're angry."

I gave a bitter smile and realized that my face was tense and uncomfortable. As soon as I touched it, I realized that tears had already dried on my face.

For so many years, I loved him humbly, so I always followed his advice and followed his opinions.

But now, I wouldn't listen to him.

My love also had dignity, I wouldn't let others trample on it anymore.

I silently hung up the phone and started packing my things. There would be new people here in the future, so why should I keep old things around to cause trouble for them?

Seeing me hung up the phone without saying a single word, Matteo immediately sent me a few 60-second voice messages.

"Jeanette, you know better. As long as Lenoir gives birth to her son and gets the assets, won't we also benefit from it?"

"She has a husband, so she won't possibly marry me. She and I are just interested in each other. You're the future legitimate Ms. Owen, my future wife. Can't you think about it for the long term?"

"Can you bring me some daily necessities to the hospital? Lenoir is here alone and I'll take care of her."

Listening to his lowered voice, I chuckled at myself.

With them having a son, wouldn't they stay in touch? What did he want to do?

Be Lenoir's lover, then accompany her on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and go home on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday?

I looked at the big red wedding characters all over the wall, tore them off in anger and threw them into the trash can.

I didn't want a husband like him anymore.

Just as I was deleting Matteo's messages and planning to ignore him, my mother called me.

"Jeanette, I call you to ask how many desserts are you ordering for your wedding tomorrow? Matteo told me, he was taking care of a friend in the hospital and asked you to deliver something to him."

I quickly interrupted.

"Mom, I just ordered some desserts for our family. I'll deliver them later. No worry. Go to bed earlier tonight. We still have to meet our family and relatives tomorrow."