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My Fiancé Ditched Our Engagement for His First Love Novel Cover

My Fiancé Ditched Our Engagement for His First Love

Four years of commitment crumble when Shawn Williams skips a vital wedding dress appointment to assist his junior, Britney, with a trivial errand. After waiting until the bridal shop closes, the protagonist discovers Shawn is showering while Britney handles his calls. This final act of disrespect follows a long history of being sidelined for his first love. Exhausted by the constant neglect, she decides to call off the engagement and end their future together for good.
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Chapter 4

Hearing Shawn's indifferent words, I instantly calmed down.

He then saw my luggage. Frowning, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing? We're getting engaged tomorrow."

I chuckled. "You still remember.”

Shawn frowned as he looked at me quizzically. He then realized I was not as enthusiastic as I usually was when he came home, nor was I fussing over him with concern like I used to.

Not knowing what was going through my head, he said angrily, "Sonia, I've told you many times. Stop speculating about Britney and me with dirty ideas. We..."

"You're close friends," I interrupted calmly and looked at him with a deadpan expression.

Shawn looked embarrassed for a moment.

I said, "You're close friends, so you can pick out each other's pajamas and underwear. You can also sleep in the same bed and be intimate with each other."

Shawn slapped me hard before I could finish speaking.

My head was buzzing, and the world blurred before me. I numbly touched my cheek, which quickly swelled.

Britney screamed, "Shawn! Why did you hit Sonia? You're getting engaged tomorrow!"

Shawn said in disgust, "She doesn't seem like she wants to get engaged."

Britney pursed her lips. Somewhat reluctantly, she held Shawn's hand and spoke coquettishly. "Sonia will be upset if you do this, and so will I. You know I've wanted to be your bride since I was little. If you don't get engaged, how can I be Sonia's bridesmaid?"

"Alright, I'll grant your wish." Shawn's doting voice sounded so harsh to me.

The next second, Shawn said indifferently to me, "Hurry and apologize to Britney, or I won't get engaged to you."

I grinned, and a thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of my mouth.

Looking at the adulterous couple in front of me, I trembled with hatred. I wondered how they had the nerve to say such things. I gritted my teeth and looked coldly at them. I asked, "Didn't Britney pass along my message? I don't want to marry you anymore."

The look in my eyes scared Britney, who hid behind Shawn and timidly pulled on his sleeve. She whispered, "Sonia is so mean! I feel like she wants to eat me alive!”

I had not eaten all day because of my wedding dress fitting, so my stomach was aching. My burns from the sauce and my cheek were in a lot of pain too.

I did not want to talk anymore, and all I wanted was to leave. I was afraid I might die if I stayed any longer.

Seeing Britney's scared expression, Shawn sneered as he glanced at me and said, "Sonia, you've been living off me for years. How can you survive without me? Britney, come on. I'll accompany you to pick out a gown. You'll be the most beautiful bridesmaid tomorrow."

After they left, I dragged my heavy feet to the door. As soon as I opened it, my vision went dark, and I fainted. I vaguely remembered seeing a panicked face before I lost consciousness.

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