My Fiancée Wants to Nourish Her First Love

She had gone too far.

At first, she would just cling to my arm and tell me to go out with friends. Later, she would just leave home without a word, showing me cold indifference.

When I returned home, no prepared meals were waiting for me.

Only unwashed pots and dishes remained, and a messy pile of clothes scattered across the bed.

Joyce must have spent a long time picking out which dress to wear to meet Grayson.

After cleaning up, I hastily cooked something for myself and devoured it in a few bites.

Countless nights, I sat in the living room smoking until dawn, never hearing the sound of the door opening.

Touching my empty and aching stomach, I quickly showered, downed a cup of coffee, and dove back into work.

With a painful heart, I smiled bitterly.

I realized I remembered every little thing from the past six months clearly.

"Joyce, it's over."

…

Joyce wanted to say something else, but Grayson, who had rushed over, grabbed her arm.

He coughed weakly several times, and Joyce immediately shifted her gaze from me to him.

Even though I expected it in my heart, I still felt heartbroken when I saw her choose Grayson without hesitation.

I moved aside and carefully placed the little black snake in a plastic bag, planning to dig a hole in the backyard to bury it.

As I passed them, Grayson suddenly started coughing violently, his face turning pale.

Joyce hurriedly handed a handkerchief to him, gently patting his back.

Once his coughing subsided, Grayson casually glanced at the bag in my hand before turning away.

Joyce, always observant, picked up on this and quickly asked.

"Grayson, what's wrong?"

Grayson opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped, shaking his head regretfully.

"Nothing. I just suddenly remembered the doctor told me to take good care of my health, or I would suffer later.

"Unfortunately, I haven't found any decent supplements in over half a month…"

My previously calmed anger flared up again with his words.

But Joyce pretended not to see my furious expression and turned to me hopefully.

"Colten, why don't you just give the meat back to Grayson? He's in poor health, and he can't wait any longer.

"I've apologized to you, and I won't hold the slap you gave me against you. Just give me the meat. Once Grayson recovers, I promise we'll live a happy life again."

My fists clenched tightly.

"Joyce, can't you understand me?

"I told you to get out. Bitches and dogs are not welcome here."

Joyce's face instantly changed, and she looked up at me, her eyes full of anger.

"Colten, how far do you intend to take this?

"It's my fault for not discussing it with you beforehand, but it's just a snake. So what if it was your dad's keepsake?

"It's just a snake, a soulless beast.

"It's not your dad!"

I was completely enraged by Joyce and grabbed her hair, slapping her several times until her face turned red and swollen before letting go.

Joyce covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried out.

"Colten, how dare you hit me?

"I'm your fiancee! Do you still want to marry me?"