My Fiancée Wants to Nourish Her First Love

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I still had many wedding invitations I had painstakingly made in my bag, and at that moment, I took them all out and threw them into the trash can.

Joyce's expression changed dramatically when she sensed my silence.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and grabbed my arm.

"Colten, you said you would treat me well for the rest of your life. Have you forgotten it?"

Her petite figure stood before me, and I looked down just to see her pouting lips and reddened eyes.

Normally, I would have softened at this sight.

But now, I felt completely exhausted, as if all my love for her had been drained away in the chaos.

I tugged slightly and pulled my sleeve free from her grip.

"Joyce, you said the same thing to me.

"But how have you treated me? You stewed the little black snake my dad left for the sake of Grayson. That's how you treat me?

"And since Grayson returned from abroad, what have you and he been up to behind my back this past six months? Do you think I know nothing about it?"

Joyce's body stiffened instantly as she looked up at me in disbelief.

"Colten, did you have someone investigate me?

"I'm your fiancee, but you don't trust me?"

Facing her question, I gave her a disappointed glance and let out a cold laugh.

"Joyce, you paid for everything you bought for Grayson with my card, and the bank notifications are all coming to my phone. Do I still need to investigate you specifically?"

For three years, fueled by Joyce's promise to treat me well for life, I had worked so hard in business to provide her with the best life.

Joyce hadn't worked for three years. I had pampered her at home, and her days were filled with shopping and dining with friends.

Completely out of touch with reality, she had even forgotten about bank transaction notifications.

When I exposed her in public, her expression darkened.

"Grayson used to treat me well. He just returned and needs money in all aspects. I just wanted to help him. It's not what you think!"

I scoffed, "Does he have a hard time? Is it harder than what I went through?"

Joyce's lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

She finally felt a hint of guilt, her eyes filled with regret and shock, and a trace of subtle concern.

I was taken aback.

How long had it been since I had seen concern in Joyce's eyes?

Ever since Grayson returned six months ago, Joyce had changed completely, chasing after him all the time.

She insisted she no longer loved Grayson and only wanted to make up for past regrets.

But her eyes exposed her.

She could fool me with words, but her eyes betrayed her.

I had tried to be magnanimous, pretending not to notice her intense feelings, thinking she would return home once she grew tired.

But what did I get in return?