I Canceled Our Wedding When He Chose Her

I glanced at the card with a detached gaze, feeling somewhat lost in my thoughts. Alan, despite his undeniable charm, was perpetually focused on business. Our engagement was more about what he stood to gain than anything else.

At first, he was cold and unapproachable. As we spent more time together, he began grooming me, expecting me to fit the mold of a perfect high-society wife. What he failed to grasp was that a socialite only needs to appear poised and elegant, whereas his intended spouse might actually develop feelings for him.

I couldn't manage to be as emotionally detached as he was, nor could I accept the threat to our impending marriage, especially knowing that Izabella, his first love from his past, was the one he had once desired but never claimed.

Tears landed on the back of my hand, pulling me back to reality. I wiped them away, returned the card to him, and forced a smile. "There's no need for this, Mr. Armstrong. We're not compatible; it's better if we part ways."

It was rare for anyone to reject Alan twice. He was highly respected in the financial world, admired and full of pride. But when I suggested a breakup again, he didn't flinch.

"Fine, just don't regret it."

"What I've given away holds no value to me anymore. Money isn't something I lack, Inaya."

I retrieved the list of my possessions, taking the card as well.

"Very well, no regrets."

"I've arranged for movers to come. It'll be a bit noisy soon, my apologies if it bothers you."

Alan lit a cigarette, his demeanor unchanged.

"It's fine."

With that, I turned to leave. Soon, the movers arrived at the house.

"Remove all the women's items."

In the bedroom, I packed my jewelry into the safe and gave detailed instructions.

"Please be careful, there are delicate items here."

Three hours later, the villa felt starkly empty.

I glanced back one final time at the home I'd had for three years, catching sight of Alan leaning against the door with an indecipherable expression.

I had no intention of bidding farewell again. As I turned to depart, I noticed Izabella arriving, carrying a tray with coffee and a honey cake spiced with hints of cinnamon.