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Fiancé Chooses Another Woman

My fiancé, Kolton Mendez, amidst the chaos of a car accident and subsequent fire, risked his life to save his beloved Zendaya Perry first. Due to this, he now carries scars, his once handsome face disfigured, but he still manages to find comforting words for Zendaya, reassuring her that he has me to rely on. My stomach churned, and I let out a quiet, sardonic laugh. For the sake of the promise Kolton made all those years ago, kneeling with genuine sincerity, vowing never to betray me, I've decided to set him free. I want to honor true love — may they stay in love even when they have nothing left. --- While I was caring for my mother, who had just undergone surgery, I accidentally clicked on a trending topic. That’s when I discovered why Kolton's phone was unreachable: he had been at the scene of a car accident and fire, risking his life to save Zendaya first. Trapped in a car that could explode at any moment, he shielded her from the flames with his own body. Normally proud and reserved, there he was, eyes red, begging the firefighters to save his lover first. Videos from the scene were circulating, and the comments below praised this "pure love" with admiration.
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Chapter 6

Kolton and I casually arranged to meet at a Western restaurant. In the past, I would always try to keep the conversation going, while he only needed to chime in occasionally. But now, I couldn't be bothered to talk at all. For a moment, silence hung between us.

Eventually, Kolton couldn't take it anymore. Clearing his throat, he said, "Zendaya is getting married. We should..."

I remained expressionless and replied calmly, "Let's put that on hold for now."

Kolton frowned. "Angela, about what happened this morning, I'm really sorry. It was just a moment of impulse. I just don't want you to overthink it..."

I looked at Kolton with an unwavering expression, thinking to myself: what a performer he is. Just as I was about to cut off his predictable apology, both our phones rang at the same time.

"Is this the family of Summer Johnston? She's experiencing severe bleeding and is in critical condition. Family members should come immediately."

"It's best to contact all family members. The situation doesn’t look good this time..."

The fork slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor. Panic surged through me, and I spoke with a trembling voice, "Doctor, please do everything you can, I beg you..."

After hanging up, I instinctively turned to Kolton, "We need to get to the hospital now..."

"Angela, I have to go ahead. Zendaya's dealing with wedding issues today, and she's upset. I should go see her." Kolton interrupted me hurriedly, standing up to leave.

I grabbed his arm, my eyes brimming with tears. "Kolton, my mom is in trouble! You drove here, please get me to the hospital!"

Kolton hesitated. "But Zendaya needs..."

I glared at him, anger rising in my eyes. "Kolton, can't you even show a bit of decency? My mom just received a critical condition notice, do you understand?"

I locked eyes with Kolton, enunciating each word clearly, "You are going to the hospital with me now!"

A flicker of uncertainty crossed Kolton’s eyes. Just then, his phone rang again. He answered, and on the other end, Zendaya's tearful voice could be heard, "Kolton, I feel awful..."

Panic showed in Kolton’s eyes. The next second, he shook off my hand without hesitation. "Sorry, Angela, you should take a cab there. I'll make my way to the hospital later."

Watching him walk away decisively, something inside me broke completely. I couldn't stop to catch my breath.

I raced against time to reach the door of the emergency room, watching the red light above. I clasped my hands together, praying desperately.

But this time, no deity listened to my prayers. The doctor came out and shook his head, indicating I could see my mother for the last time.

I rushed to her bedside, tears streaming uncontrollably. Though her mind was clouded and her breath weak, she struggled to open her eyes when she saw me, her breathing becoming rapid.

She looked past me to the empty space behind, gripping my hand tightly—

"He is... not good... don’t hold on... let go, my dear... be happy, sweetheart..."

My face was already wet with tears. Mother had seen it all along. She knew everything.

That day, by my mother's deathbed, I wept and vowed with a heavy heart—

I would no longer cling to him.

I would no longer love Kolton.

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