She Traded My Three-Year Hard Work for His Ferrari

Nathan's POV

The store instantly went dead silent, and the salesgirl lowered her head, pretending to fuss over the shelves, clearly feeling awkward.

My heart felt like it had been dropped into an ice pit.

So that was it. In her eyes, my scar wasn’t a mark of pain or a reminder of the promise she once made to me. It was nothing more than a tool I used to grab her attention.

And I had actually been foolish enough to believe she’d still remember her promise, the way that scar has always remained etched into my skin.

How many times had it been? One call from Daniel, saying he felt “a little down” or “couldn’t sleep,” and Cassandra would drop everything to be at his side.

But when I was burning with fever, my wound inflamed, and my body close to collapsing, she brushed me off with a simple text: [Drink some hot water. I’ll come over once I’m done.]

But she never came.

Whenever I complained, Cassandra would just frown and scold, “You’re so troublesome, Nathan. Daniel is all alone out here with nobody to rely on. He needs me.”

On our third anniversary, she also promised to go back with me to the little town where we first met.

Excited, I spent weeks planning every detail, but she just completely forgot and even brushed off, “It’s just an anniversary. We can celebrate next time.”

But on Daniel’s birthday, she started preparing half a month early, booked the most expensive restaurant, bought limited-edition gifts, and posted it all over her feed with a caption: [Happy birthday to the most important man in my life.]

Those memories overlapped with the scene right in front of me until I felt utterly drained.

Maybe I should’ve let go a long time ago.

As such, I turned and walked out.

But behind me, I still heard Cassandra’s soft voice reasoning, “He’s probably just nervous before the wedding. Don’t hold it against him, alright?”

How thoughtful of her to even prepare my excuses for me.

Through the glass storefront, I saw her gently holding Daniel’s hand, guiding him toward that overpriced crystal chandelier.

The sight stung my eyes until I couldn’t look anymore.

That night, she sent me a voice message.

“Nathan, stop making a fuss over nothing. I work myself to the bone every day out there, rain or shine. And when I come home, you sit there sulking with that cold face. Do you have any idea how miserable that makes me feel? We’re about to be a family. I need you to start being more considerate of me.”

Her voice was a little slurred, like she’d been drinking. She even kept mumbling after that, but I turned it off.

She said she was tired and needed to be understood.

Then fine. If that would make her happy, then I’d give her what she wanted.

The day before the wedding, Cassandra must’ve been holding it in too long and finally called me.

“Nathan, you’ve confirmed all the wedding details, right? Tomorrow we go to the county clerk's office first, then to the venue. You’re clear on the schedule?”

I shoved the last piece of luggage into my suitcase while flatly answering, “Yeah. Got it.”

Her relief was obvious even through the phone. “Good, good.”

The next morning, I buttoned up a crisp white shirt instead of the one-hundred-dollar suit she’d mocked as “too expensive” for a groom.

Soon, a car horn blared downstairs. At the same time, my phone lit up with her name.

Her voice sounded urgent as she spoke. “Nathan, Daniel needs a translator for something. I have to go help him. Just take a cab to the county clerk's office, okay? It’s only paperwork. I’ll meet you there later.”

Without any complaint, I calmly answered, “Alright.”

But she paused as if she’d picked up on something in my tone.

“You’re not… upset, are you?”

“No. Go ahead,” I replied.

The line went quiet for a second before she sighed in relief.

After the call, Cassandra then turned to Daniel in the passenger seat. “All set. Let’s go take care of your business first.”

Daniel pressed his lips together, looking guilty. “Sorry, Cassandra. It’s my fault. Because of me, you missed signing your wedding license.”

Cassandra reached out and patted his cheek. “Dummy. Nothing’s more important than you.”

Still, deep down, she felt a flicker of unease. Nathan’s calmness earlier had been unusual.

Coaxing herself, she thought, 'Never mind. He probably came around. He knows I care about him. Once we get the license, I’ll make it up to him properly.'

At the county clerk's office, Cassandra's family, relatives, and friends had already gathered, except for the groom and his family. Not a single one of them was there.

Later, Cassandra finally arrived with Daniel, only to see the scene and feel her stomach drop.

“How could this be? Did Nathan get lost? Or did he forget?”

She didn’t dare let her mind go any further.

She dialed his number again and again, but no one answered.

Her face grew darker with each try, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress in frustration.

At last, the line connected.

“Nathan! Where the hell are you? My whole family’s waiting on you!” she shouted.

Nathan's POV

I stared out the window at the familiar streets passing by as I calmly answered, “I already signed the papers. I’m home now.”