Fiancé Wants Rich Bride I Miscarry, Regret Tears

The night outside the window is as dark as ink, with wind and rain blowing.

I threw the last photo into the cardboard box and sat on the bay window with my knees hugged.

I opened the tablet out of habit, and an unfinished wedding dress design came into view.

I designed it for our wedding.

After nearly two years of revisions, I still feel that there are some flaws.

Now that I can’t wear it, I’ve made up for this regret.

Without any hesitation, I dragged the design into the trash can.

It's like deleting this unequal relationship!

I moved out of the villa.

In the Kingston Family old house, only Uncle Jack and I were together.

I was lying in a rocking chair to enjoy the cool air when Alexander came over.

He squatted beside me helplessly, "It's been two days, and your anger has subsided. Can you come back with me?"

I opened my eyes and looked at Alexander, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Alexander, I've raised you for ten years. When have I ever fought with you?"

Alexander's face froze and he seemed to be about to say something but stopped.

I thought about it and felt that it was necessary to explain things to him clearly.

"Alexander, I'm moving out not because I'm angry with you, but because we are no longer suitable to live together."

"In two days, I will go to the company to hand in my resignation, and wait until you have finished your wedding..."

“That’s enough!”

Before I could finish my words, I was interrupted by Alexander's sharp shout.

He stood up with a livid face, his brows concealing anger.

"You're still saying you're not making trouble?"

"It's just a wedding, do you have to be so fussy about it?"

"I can't marry you anyway, so it doesn't matter who I marry. What's more, the Archer Family can help us gain a foothold. Why can't you figure it out?"

After he said that, he turned around and left, as if he was angry.

But I couldn't recover for a long time because of his last words.

He said, I can’t marry you anyway…

But on that rainy night two years ago, when he drunkenly pushed me against the wall, he said it clearly.

"Sister, will you marry me?"

At that time, I was shocked.

Before I could answer, his warm lips moved all the way down from my brow and bit my lips fiercely.

"Don't you want to, sister?"

I gasped and used almost all my strength to push him away.

"Alexander, you are drunk..."

He looked at me with tears in his eyes and an extremely aggrieved look.

"I'm not drunk."

"Sister, don't you like me?"

My throat was rolling and I didn't know how to respond to him.

He burst into tears out of grievance.

"Sister, promise me, okay?"

"You know, without you, I would never have been able to make it through all these years."

"Sister, if you are not with me for the rest of my life, what is the point of me guarding Kingston Group?!"

The hot tears slid from my neck into my chest, burning away the last bit of my rationality.

I pressed against his chest in my last struggle, "Alexander, you need to think clearly. Your current identity is different. You have better choices."

"I don't want it. For me, my sister is the best choice!"

All my defenses collapsed in the face of his passionate vows.

But now, he said that he couldn't marry me...

I couldn't stop laughing, but it choked and tears flowed.

When he sent me a text message, I could feel its ferocity even through the screen.

[You want to resign? That's fine. Vivian just wants to take over a position in the company. Don't wait two days. Come tomorrow and vacate the position as soon as possible.]

I can't go.

He doesn't know that I just had a painless abortion this morning and the doctor told me to stay in bed for five days.