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She Found Her Happiness after Dumping her Fiancée Novel Cover

She Found Her Happiness after Dumping her Fiancée

Throughout their three-year engagement, the most frequent question Michael Powell asked Kylee Steward was, "Wanna do it?" Kylee would refuse him with a flushed face. But he would coax her with tender whispers in her ear while continuing to kiss her. "I cannot control myself. I'm just attracted to you physically." Her heart melted at his sweet words, and she found herself agreeing to his unreasonable requests again and again. They had sex in various positions, by the large windows, in the office, and even in the backseat of a closed car. As the wedding date approached, Kylee took the planning documents to discuss them with Michael, only to hear a woman's seductive moans from outside the private room. It was her voice! "Whoa, Kylee looks pretty serious usually, but she's so wild in bed. Michael, you are generous to let us listen to this. When can we watch it live? How about on your wedding night?" A voice echoed while laughing. She knew it too well. I'm not going to marry her."
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Chapter 3

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over Kylee's head, sending a bone-chilling cold through her body and soul.

Michael was turned on by Sonya, but he came to her to vent his desires.

What did he take her for?

A plaything he could use at will?

A wave of immense humiliation engulfed Kylee. She let out a painful shout and shoved him away with all her might. Then she landed a fierce slap across his face.

Michael's face turned to the side from the impact, and his desire subsided.

He was about to lose his temper when he saw her face, streaked with tears.

She was always strong, rarely crying like that.

His gaze softened, and he reached out and wanted to touch her cheek.

"Michael, why are you here? Weren't you going to take me home?" Sonya suddenly appeared. She looked at Michael and Kylee with a hint of grievance and exclaimed in surprise. "Did I... did I interrupt something?"

Michael immediately retracted his hand, as he didn't want Sonya to misunderstand him. "Of course not. I just came to use the restroom. Don't be upset, Sonya."

He gently pinched her cheek, and his eyes softened with tenderness.

Sonya broke into a smile. She linked her arm with his and extended an invitation to Kylee as if she were Michael's wife. "Kylee, why don't you join us? I'll have Michael take you home first."

"No, thank you. I'll go back on my own." Kylee suppressed the anger and bitterness in her heart and headed straight for the door.

But it was raining, and it was not easy to get a cab. In the end, Kylee was almost forcibly pushed into the backseat of the car by Michael.

On their way, Sonya chatted animatedly with Michael and occasionally touched him intimately.

He showed no signs of impatience. He kept smiling, and his profile looked gentle and focused.

Kylee couldn't remember when he had looked at her with such affection before.

It had been so long that it seemed like it only happened in dreams.

Kylee lowered her gaze, and her nails dug deeply into her palms, causing a continuous ache.

Suddenly, Sonya's terrified scream pierced the air. "Ah, there's a cat!"

Visibility was already poor in the storm. The car veered sharply, careened out of control, and crashed into the bridge.

It plunged into the river.

They all felt a sensation of weightlessness.

"Sonya!" In the critical moment, Michael instinctively shielded Sonya beside him. He smashed the window open and swam out with her.

Kylee watched his figure leave her and felt her heart being carved out. The pain was excruciating.

The water poured in relentlessly, and she gradually lost her consciousness.

In a daze, she remembered how Michael used to protect her when they first met. As danger struck, he had shielded her, although a large wooden plank struck his shoulder and left it bloodied.

She felt immense guilt, but he endured the pain and comforted her gently. "Kylee, if you keep crying, you won't be pretty. I promise nothing will happen to you. If we are in danger again, I'll save you first."

At that moment, he was like her sun, warming her long-neglected and loveless soul.

She chose to trust him and gave herself completely to him.

But she was about to drown now.

"Michael, can you see me now?" she asked in her heart.

Tears fell into the cold river and disappeared. Her vision darkened, and she lost consciousness.

She awoke again in a hospital, and the smell of disinfectant filled her nose.

"Kylee, are you awake?" Sonya looked at Kylee with concern. She said guiltily, "I'm sorry. You're Michael's girlfriend. He should have saved you first. It's just that I'm too weak."

She coughed lightly, and her eyes were red. She looked so vulnerable.

Michael immediately pulled Sonya into his arms with concern. He acted as her protector. "How can you blame yourself? Whether you are healthy or not, I would save you first. We've known each other for over twenty years. No one is more important than you in my eyes."

It was a statement more shocking than saying "I love you."

Kylee's face turned pale instantly. The love she held for him withered entirely. "I'm tired. Could you both leave?"

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