Mountain Landslide: My Boyfriend Abandoned Me and Left with His First Love

My fiancé's first love was taking photos on a cliff before the landslide.

To save her, he actually left me behind on the crumbling edge.

I pleaded with him to save me.

"Lucy isn't physically strong—she can't handle this alone. You've always been resilient. I'll get Lucy to safety first, then come back for you."

Their silhouettes vanished over the ridge. After a brief commotion, everything went silent.

Including me, with my freshly sprained ankle.

When he saw the news of my death, he completely fell apart.

My fiancé Henry Parker's first love insisted on joining our cliff expedition.

I warned her beforehand that this was an extremely dangerous activity and she needed to follow my instructions without taking risks.

But moments ago, she was horsing around with Henry and accidentally threw our bag of first aid supplies down the cliff.

"I didn't mean to," Lucy Smith said with an innocent face. "You know this area better than anyone, right? I'm sure you can get us out safely."

I held back my anger and sternly cautioned her, “Do you realize accidents can happen up here? You've thrown away our medical supplies—we could end up stranded and dying from injuries!"

Lucy trembled, tears spilling from her eyes.

Henry shoved me from behind. "Susie, Lucy didn't do it on purpose. Why are you being so harsh? Besides, aren't you supposed to be the expert? You still have your compass—how could we possibly get stuck here?"

He wiped the tears from Lucy's face, looking at her with complete tenderness.

Henry could never bear to see Lucy cry.

To ensure we all made it back alive, I took a deep breath, stopped arguing, and continued leading them forward.

"Wait a second, Henry, the scenery here is gorgeous. Take a photo for me?"

Lucy stopped walking and handed Henry the camera.

I reluctantly paused, watching them happily take pictures.

"Henry, it's getting late. We need to reach the summit quickly and then head back down. The temperature drops sharply after dark—we must return to camp before then."

I tugged at Henry's sleeve. He agreed verbally, but didn't stop taking photos.

I remembered when we went on trips together and I asked Henry to take my picture, he would fiddle with the camera half-heartedly, claiming he didn't know how to take good photos.

"Lucy's beautiful, she deserves lots of photos," he said, directing her into different poses.

"Henry, let's record a video too. Once I submit this, I'll be able to get that permanent position," Lucy said while rummaging through her bag.

Lucy returned to the country and started an internship at Henry's company.

Her boss wanted her to create an impressive promotional video. Hearing I was an outdoor adventure enthusiast, she asked Henry to bring her to one of my regular exploration spots.

My friends were all very accommodating, eagerly helping with the filming. But as soon as Lucy arrived, she started whining about the conditions and asking endless questions, irritating everyone.

For Henry's sake, I took them up the mountain alone, just hoping to finish quickly and send her on her way.

A sudden "crack" echoed nearby.

I turned around in horror to see Lucy had wandered to the cliff edge, trying to find a better filming angle.

"What are you doing?!"

Panicked and angry, I rushed over to pull her back.

Henry, seeing this, shoved me hard. I stumbled and rolled down the slope, my ankle getting wedged between rocks.

Pain shot through me as I groaned in agony.

Henry stood above, holding Lucy, watching me coldly.

Who would believe this heartless man was supposed to marry me soon?

Pushing aside my heartbreak, I summoned all my strength to free myself and urgently said, "There might be a landslide soon. Follow this path back—there's a safe platform where we can take shelter."

After glancing in the direction I pointed, Henry's expression softened slightly.

"Oh no, I feel so weak. What should we do, Henry?" Lucy said with tears in her eyes.

Without hesitation, Henry lifted Lucy onto his back.

"I'll carry you there."

He dropped the backpack at my feet, telling me to hurry up.

My earlier struggle had drained me. I pleaded with Henry through gritted teeth, "Henry, can't she walk herself? I'm injured—I can barely move."

Henry glanced at me dismissively.

"You've always been tough. Just push through a bit longer. Lucy's different—she's never been here before, and she's not in good health. Susie, stop dawdling and keep up."

He turned away and strode toward the safe platform.

I had no choice but to pick up the backpack and force myself to follow.

Henry moved quickly, and soon I couldn't see him anymore.

Just then, with a deafening roar, the mountainside began to slide.