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Abandoned by Her Fiancé

On the day Saul claimed he was busy and canceled our date yet again, I returned home only to discover his marriage certificate with his assistant, Jane Bradley. The registration date was today. I chuckled, placed the certificate on the desk, and broke up with him without hesitation. Moments later, he called, sounding irritated, “Maddie, what’s with the theatrics? Can you grow up?” I was about to respond when I heard Jane's tearful voice in the background, "Saul, did Maddie misunderstand us? You should come home. I can handle this myself." “Just ignore her,” Saul reassured Jane. “She’s always been like this—such a pain. Right now, you're what's important.” With those words echoing in my mind, I hung up, my heart finally settling on a quiet determination. --- As I was packing to leave, Saul arrived with Jane, fussing over her.
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Chapter 2

I paused in my tracks, turned around, and took a good look. It wasn't out of yearning; it wasn't regret. I simply wanted to see the face of the boy I once adored, a face that now filled me with disdain. Once I'd seen enough, I walked away without glancing back.

Saul Moore was my unrequited love, my world. He had always been the esteemed heir of the Moore family, while I was just a shadow in the background. We met in college, but never really had the chance to connect. Every day, I would follow his path to classes, meals, and strolls. Just to be near him more often, I even fervently studied to switch my major to his college. To this day, that decision remains one of my proudest moments because it laid the groundwork for my bond with Saul Moore.

Back then, Professor Lynch told us that to avoid failing at the semester's end, we should team up to collect lab data ourselves. I was always at the top of the class, and Saul turned down anyone who tried to get close to him, choosing to team up with me instead. I still remember how thrilled I was at that moment. Seeing his handsome face made my heart race, and my cheeks blushed so hotly you could fry an egg on them. Saul leaned on his hand, looked at me with a teasing spark in his eyes, and said, "Maddie, if you keep staring like that, you're going to miss the bell." The whole class burst into laughter, and I snapped back to reality, feeling completely embarrassed. But Saul didn’t make fun of me; instead, he stepped in, saying, "Come on, folks, teaming up with Maddie is quite an honor."

We grew closer and closer, until Saul confessed his feelings to me. We spent three and a half wonderful years together in college, admired by everyone as the model couple. Despite being in love, I never slacked off in my studies. I consistently earned a full scholarship and even received a job offer from a prestigious international company upon graduation. But Saul, as the sole heir, had to return home to take over the family business. Seeing the sadness in his eyes at the thought of parting, I didn't hesitate to turn down the job opportunity that many would dream of for a lifetime, choosing instead to join Moore Group to help him find his footing.

To avoid accusations of getting ahead through connections, I started from the bottom. Our relationship strengthened, and when I felt the time was right, I suggested we get married. But every time I brought it up, he would sidestep the subject. When I asked him why, his answers were always vague. Later, I discovered that Jane Bradley had already come into his life. Jane was younger, prettier, and knew how to make him happy. Gradually, our conversations shifted from discussing everything under the sun to the small details of his life with Jane.

I saw the change; I tried hard to salvage what we had. But Saul's heart was no longer with me. No matter what reason I gave to keep him, all Jane had to do was call, and he would rush to her side without fail. He gave Jane all the care and attention that had once been mine. Toward me, he showed nothing but coldness and complaints. Despite this, I still held on. I brought up marriage again. This time, he said yes. Yet, on the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, he left me for Jane once again.

When I saw their marriage certificate, I knew it was time for me to truly wake up.

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