After Being Betrayed, I Married the Prince

A mere seven days before our betrothal, Robert Lockman informed me that our engagement ceremony would be delayed by a month, rather than occurring as planned.

He elucidated, "Diana has her debut solo performance scheduled for that day. It's a monumental occasion in her career, and I can't bear to miss it. After all, we're getting engaged regardless. The exact timing isn't crucial."

This marked the third instance he had rescheduled our engagement due to Diana.

Initially, he postponed when Diana, who was overseas, became unwell and expressed fear and longing for him.

The second time, when Diana decided on an impromptu journey, Robert grew anxious and pursued her.

And now, this third occurrence.

I ended the call and turned to my lifelong friend and the Royal City's prince, Anthony Norton. I inquired, "Would you be interested in a fiancée?"

On what should have been our engagement day, Robert was tenderly embracing Diana at her concert's afterparty when he witnessed Anthony's engagement to me being broadcast citywide. As he watched, his eyes grew crimson.