His Breakdown After I Called Off the Engagement

Many of Lucas’s employees liked and commented on the post. Seeing this, I tapped the “like” button as well. To my surprise, the employees who had liked it quickly withdrew their likes one by one. I couldn’t help but laugh, then set my phone down and drifted into a deep sleep.

Lucas returned early the next morning, just in time to see me having breakfast at the table.

He snatched the spoon from my hand, his gaze cold. "Didn't you see my message?"

I shook my head and he tossed the spoon back into my bowl, splashing soup onto my clothes.

I knew why he was so angry. In the past, if he didn’t come home at night, I would keep messaging him without waiting for him to contact me first. Not seeing his message would have been unheard of.

Ignoring him, I wiped my mouth and was about to go upstairs to change, but Lucas called out to stop me.

"Zinnia, have you finished writing our invitations? Don’t miss anyone on the list—those are important clients."

Then he changed his mind. "Forget it, you probably don’t understand anyway. Let me take a look."

My eyes fell on the ashes by the door that I hadn’t taken out yet. Just as I was about to confess, Mary’s special ringtone went off again.

Lucas, not caring that I was right in front of him, took the call without hesitation.

"Don’t worry, I’ll bring it to you soon, silly girl."

I turned and went back to my room, swallowing the words I’d wanted to say. Hearing the closet door close, I remembered the ashes by the door and went downstairs to throw them out.

It was raining outside and from the corner of my eye, I noticed an umbrella left on a chair, so I picked it up.

Just as I took a couple of steps out, Lucas’s scolding voice came from behind.

"Zinnia, do you just love touching other people’s things? Such poor manners. Didn’t your mother teach you better?"

Before I could react, he slapped my hand holding the umbrella. I winced in pain as the umbrella fell to the ground, leaving me standing there, drenched.

"I... I’m your fiancée. Can’t I at least use an umbrella?" I asked.

He looked unfazed, even letting out a cold laugh. "Don’t think being my fiancée gives you the right to test my patience."

With that, he didn’t spare me another glance. He picked up the umbrella, pushed my shoulder aside and headed straight to the garage.

Facing another cold response from Lucas, a wave of exhaustion and heartbreak washed over me. Back in my room, I lay in the bathtub, absentmindedly opening Instagram.

This time, Mary hadn’t posted in her story. Instead, she sent me a direct message.

[Zinnia, I’m so sorry you got caught in the rain. Lucas was just worried I might get wet since I didn’t have an umbrella.]

So that’s it. No wonder Lucas was so upset. When it came to Mary, I was always the one left behind.

I focused on the first message Mary sent me:

[Zinnia, you’re so lucky to have such a great boyfriend like Lucas! I really envy you!]

I couldn't help but laugh at myself. It turned out that she had already had a crush on Lucas at that time.

[As long as you’re happy.]

After replying, I went through my profile and deleted all the engagement photos I had pinned, including the one featuring Lucas.

As the elevator doors opened, before I could step out, I saw Lucas and Mary walking ahead of me.