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

My heart constricted, but I switched off my mobile. I decided not to answer his messages. It was moment to move forward.


That evening, I stayed at my own place. The following day, I went to the new residence Robert and I had set up as our matrimonial home to collect my possessions. The majority of my items were already boxed up and my artistic materials had been transferred to my workshop the previous day. Only one final bag remained.


As I pushed open the entrance, a sugary voice drifted down from above. "Robbie, your scrambled eggs are absolutely divine! I've been longing for your cuisine since I was overseas."


I could hear Robert respond affectionately, "You're such a dear. If you remain here, I'll prepare them for you daily."


Diana appeared melancholy. "You're about to wed Trudy soon. She probably isn't comfortable with us spending so much time together. Perhaps I ought to depart."


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