My Fiance Left Me for My Friend, I Found A God Mafia Who Truly Loves Me

I yelled, "I said I won't marry you, don't you understand human language?"

Clayton took a deep breath in anger and repeated "Fine" three times. He threatened, "Sienna, remember what you said. Don't come crawling back to me one day!"

He hung up and I collapsed to the ground, completely drained. The scars I earned when I left the organization just to be with him still ached faintly. Yet in only six years, everything had changed.

The car I came in was driven away by his chauffeur. I had no choice but to walk three kilometers in the rain to the nearest hotel.

When I paid at the front desk, a notification popped up. Angelina had just posted a status.

It was tagged at a luxury hotel, with a photo of a candlelight dinner for two. The ground was covered in countless rose petals. The caption said: "They say the one unloved is the third party. Luckily, I met you first."

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. So, there had already been signs between them. I had just been lying to myself, refused to see it.

When we were in love, I'd pout and beg him to take me on dates. He said that was childish stuff, adults have adult lives.

I asked him to send me flowers, said I wanted to post them on social media. He said our happiness didn't need to be a performance for others.

But now, all of those "principles" disappeared in front of Angelina. Those times he looked down at his phone during our moments together... They all revealed his betrayal.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. At dawn, I checked out and headed straight to the Aiken Family villa.

I planned to pack up everything I owned and left them the space. The front door wasn't locked and I heard faint laughter inside. Clayton asked, "Did the baby move? He kicked me! Baby, it's Daddy!"

Angelina nestled in his arms, she giggled sweetly, "Oh stop, the baby's only two months along. He can't hear you."

He teased, "How could my baby be like everyone else? Of course he can hear. Let's not play with Mommy, Mommy's bad."

The moment I pushed open the door, the laughter stopped.

Angelina quickly stood up, completely flustered and said, "Sienna, you're back. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I can explain …"

I didn't even glance at her. My eyes were cold as I stared at Clayton and said, "Take off the wedding ring. I'll take all my things today."

As I reached to remove the ring, Clayton's expression darkened, he said, "What kind of attitude is that? Can't you hear Angelina talking to you? Is this how your father taught you to behave?"

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly and looked up at him with scorn and sneered, "So what? Just because she said sorry, I'm supposed to say it's fine?"

I added, "What exactly are you sorry for? You know it's shameless to seduce someone else's fiancé. You know what you did was disgraceful. You know you're a homewrecker who can't show her face in public!"

Clayton slammed the table and stood up suddenly, he roared, "Watch your mouth!"

Before I could respond, Angelina was already clutching her mouth, dry heaving, tears falling to the floor, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I thought I wouldn't live to the end of this year. That night I got drunk and ... and with Clayton ... I didn't expect a donor heart would suddenly appear, or I would never have done it."

She sobbed, "Please don't worry, once the baby's born, I'll give it to you to raise. I promise I won't appear again. I don't expect your forgiveness. I just don't want to affect your relationship with Clayton because of me ..."

By the time she finished, Angelina alreadt knelt before me. She cried like a weeping beauty, it was pitiful to the extreme.

Clayton's heart nearly broke. He rushed to protect her in his arms. Then he turned and glared at me furiously.