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Fulfilling His True Love's 100 Wishes

While waiting for her boyfriend Harvey Linton to arrive for her birthday party, Sammy receives a shocking video of him getting engaged to his "true love," Tiana Lowe. Harvey dismisses Sammy’s outrage, insisting that the engagement is merely the final task in fulfilling Tiana's one hundred wishes. Tired of being told she is overreacting and jealous, Sammy decides she has had enough of his gaslighting and wishes for the couple to remain together forever.
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Chapter 2

I sneered and said, "Apologize? What for? Am I supposed to apologize to you because you're a despicable ex, or because she's a lowly woman who steals my fiancé?"

Tiana cried hysterically, her voice filled with anguish as she shouted, "I'm not a mistress! You're being so mean, Sammy!"

Upon hearing that, Harvey was infuriated. "You've gone too far this time, Samantha!" he roared. "How dare you insult both me and Tiana! It's officially over between us! You better not show up crying and begging for me to take you back!"

With that, he abruptly ended the call.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Harvey had always been very prideful. Given that he was the one who initiated the breakup, he would never take the initiative to reconcile with me.

It would also save me the trouble of getting caught up with him. If we were going to end things, we should have a clean break.

I spent the night packing my things, getting ready to leave the place we had once called home. It wasn't until I started packing that I realized how many traces Tiana had left on every part of the house.

I got engaged to Harvey a year ago. He then bought this place and asked me to move in with him, which I happily did.

In the beginning, our days together were filled with joy. It was then that we started making plans for the wedding.

It wasn't until six months ago, when Tiana returned from abroad, that everything changed. At that moment, she played on Harvey's guilt, presenting him with a list of 100 wishes for him to fulfill. And with each wish fulfilled, they became even closer.

It started with having meals, watching movies, and traveling together. Then, it progressed to holding hands, kissing, having a pre-wedding photoshoot, getting engaged, and spending the night in the hotel together.

It was obvious that Tiana had a long-term goal in mind with such a meticulously thought-out plan.

Meanwhile, on the bedside table in the master bedroom, there were no longer any pictures of us as a couple. It was now replaced with Harvey and Tiana's pre-wedding photo.

It had also been ages since I shared any physical intimacy with Harvey. After all, every time I looked up, I caught sight of Tiana's face and her scrutinizing gaze. That immediately made me lose my desire to get intimate with him.

I had thrown away her photos numerous times, which would often lead to heated arguments with Harvey. Yet, Tiana would always find a way to convince him to replace them with new ones on the following day.

As a result, I developed depression and moved out of the master bedroom, sleeping in a separate room from Harvey. Before long, our relationship gradually deteriorated and became nothing more than a formality.

It wasn't just the photos, though; even the color of the bedsheets and the design of the curtains were also to Tiana's liking.

All the furniture that I had personally chosen before was gradually replaced with furnishings that Tiana preferred, with Harvey finding various excuses to do so.

It was a heart-wrenching discovery as I realized that I no longer had a place in this home.

It was clear that Tiana had her sights set on being the lady of this house from the moment she returned from abroad.

Could Harvey really be so blind to her ambitions? It was highly unlikely since no man could be so emotionally obtuse! He must have known Tiana's true intentions, even if he was initially unaware of it.

I had warned him repeatedly, so Harvey knew exactly what was going on. Yet, he still turned a blind eye to Tiana's intentions.

His attitude had made it clear that our relationship was doomed.

I didn't have that many belongings in the house, to begin with, so it only took me half an hour to pack all my belongings.

As soon as I turned off the lights and started to wheel my suitcase out of the master bedroom, I was startled by the strange glow reflecting off the photo frame.

It was then that I suddenly recalled. A few months ago, whenever Harvey and I got intimate, Tiana would suddenly become ill and be admitted to the hospital. Harvey would then be her constant companion in the hospital for the following week.

How could there be such a coincidence? Tiana must have tampered with that photo frame!

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