How Cruel Love is

Arnold knelt on one knee and raised the diamond ring. "Yvette, marry me!"

I stared at him quietly, but never said the "I do" that everyone was expecting.

The diamond ring he held high in his right hand never reached my hand.

Everyone looked at me in confusion and whispered to each other.

Arnold's heart suddenly sank and he quickly raised his head and looked at me.

But he found that my figure was stepping back step by step.

He was a little flustered. He cleared his throat to repeat his proposal. "Yvette, are you willing to ...."

"She's not willing!"

Arnold's words were interrupted forcefully by the man in the audience.

The sudden sound made everyone at the scene look around for the source.

Just when everyone was confused, I took the microphone and my voice echoed throughout the venue.

"I'm not willing."

"Because the person I'm going to marry is his brother, Armand Finch!"

A stone could cause a thousand ripples. This sentence caused an uproar among the audience.

"What's going on?"

"Damn! This trip was worth it!"

All kinds of doubtful and banter voices echoed one after another and the whole venue was in chaos.

Under Arnold's panicked gaze, I walked down the stairs and handed my hand to Armand who had been waiting with his hand reached out.

The song "Love Story" was reaching its climax at the scene.

But the proposed partner had changed.

Armand knelt down on one knee and put on the diamond ring he had prepared for me.

Proposal successful!

By the time everyone at the scene reacted, I had already followed Armand out.

There was a moment of silence in the air, followed by the sound of the crowd boiling.

"Oh my God! Shocking news! Wasn't it Arnold who's going to propose? Why did his brother suddenly show up?"

"Take a picture, take a picture quickly!"

Arnold, who had been standing there in a daze, finally reacted.

Anger broke through his fear and he instantly lost his mind and chased after me like a mad dog.

I watched helplessly as I threw away the bouquet in my hand without any reluctance.

At the entrance of the hall, I could hear my hearty laughter.

He could not believe it and almost collapsed as he questioned me loudly.

"Yvette, what do you want! Why are you doing this to me!"

I turned around and looked at Arnold who was extremely hurt and spoke with a chuckle.

"Arnold, you should go back and take care of your son instead of proposing to me here."

Upon hearing these words, his face was instantly devastated.

His legs and feet seemed to be nailed in place and he could not move forward even a single step.

"Y-Yvette, you already know?"