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.

After Being Betrayed, I Married the Prince

Everyone in the room turned to look at the entrance. Anthony had arrived.


He walked in purposefully, still holding his phone. Without delay, he grabbed Robert's arm, forcing him to let go of me. Then he turned to me and asked gently, "Are you alright?"


I shook my head. A sense of relief came over me as he softly placed his hand on my shoulder. For the first time that night, I felt secure and protected as I leaned against his strong frame.


He lightly put his arm around me and said coolly, "Young Master Lockman, what exactly do you think you're doing, holding onto my fiancée and talking nonsense? Let me make it clear that our wedding is none of your business. If she wants pearls or diamonds, that's her choice, and frankly, you should keep your thoughts to yourself."


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