He Gave My Ring to Her, So I Wedded His Rival

After discovering that Mason had secretly maintained a relationship with another woman for three years and planned to marry her, I decided to leave him and return home to enter into a marriage of convenience. On the first day, I handed over the engagement ring Mason had given me to his secret lover. On the second day, I discarded everything related to him. On the third day, I donned a wedding dress and married his arch-rival. From that day forward, there was nothing left between Mason and me. Mason scoffed, dismissing my actions as a mere tantrum. Until he saw the news of my marriage to someone else. Then, he finally panicked. In the office, the two of them were so absorbed that they didn’t notice me standing outside. I poured out the homemade stew I had brought for Mason and turned to leave.

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In the restaurant, Kason Henry thoughtfully cut the steak for me and placed it in front of me. He then called the waiter to pour me some warm water. However, the person who arrived looked familiar—it was Ximena Mills. When she saw me, she flaunted the diamond ring on her finger with a smirk. Kason frowned, glanced at Ximena, and spoke coldly. "After pouring the water, leave. Don’t linger." Ximena stormed off in anger.

Kason stayed by my side, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere. He kept fidgeting, his gaze distant. Finally, he squeezed my hand and stood up. "Luisa, I’ll be right back. I need to use the restroom." I nodded and watched him walk away.

A few minutes later, I received a message from Ximena. "Come to the restroom." I pushed open the restroom door and heard their voices from one of the stalls. Kason said in a hushed tone, "Don’t show up in front of Luisa again. I’ll give you whatever you want." Ximena purred, "Then I want you to spend the night with me." Kason sighed, seemingly relenting. "Fine, but I need to go home and be with Luisa first."

The moment the words left his mouth, I closed the door and walked out of the restaurant. I then sent a message to my arranged marriage partner, Ronan Cooper. "Didn’t you say the wedding dress arrived? I’ll go try it on now."

When I returned home, Kason was pacing anxiously. Seeing me, he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Luisa, where did you go? I’ve been looking for you everywhere." I pushed him away and walked to the couch. Thinking of the wedding dress I had just tried on, I smiled slightly and said, "I went to try on the wedding dress."

Kason seemed pleased, his tense body relaxing. He spoke softly, "Luisa, I know you’re excited about our wedding. But next time, don’t just leave without saying anything, okay?" I nodded gently, not arguing. But I didn’t tell him that the wedding dress I tried on wasn’t for our wedding. After all, in just one day, I would leave him. While he walked into the wedding hall with someone else, I would also marry someone else.

Kason knelt down, his face pressed against my knees. From this angle, I could see the red marks on the back of his neck. "Luisa, I’ve had a ring made for you." The diamond was enormous, and the craftsmanship was exquisite. It was clear Kason had put a lot of thought into it. But I wasn’t as excited as I once would have been. Instead, I smiled and handed the ring box back to him. "Give it to me at the wedding."

Kason didn’t notice my indifference. He looked at me with the same love as before. But I knew he wasn’t the same man who only loved me anymore. And I wasn’t the same woman who only loved him.

My phone rang, and when Kason saw the caller ID, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes. "Luisa, the company has some urgent matters to attend to during the holidays. I need to go back and check on things. You go to sleep; don’t wait for me." I nodded obediently and watched him rush out. As the sound of his car engine faded, I slowly stood up and began packing my things.

When there was no trace of me left in the villa, I finally let out a long breath. I opened my phone and saw a boastful message from Ximena. "Tomorrow, Mr. Henry is throwing me a wedding even grander than yours. Take a look at the wedding dress he bought for me—it’s even more expensive than yours." I smirked and calmly replied, "What a coincidence. My wedding is tomorrow too."

Then I placed the printed chat records on the coffee table and walked downstairs. Outside, a Maybach was waiting, and the distinguished man inside had been there for a while. I got into the car, glanced at the villa where I had lived for so long, and closed my eyes. Kason Henry, from now on, we’re strangers.

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