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My wedding was approaching, yet my partner of eight years remained unaware.
Recently, he'd been preoccupied with his new female assistant. They had an instant rapport and conversed constantly. For her birthday celebration, he even commissioned an elaborate ten-tier cake. During the festivities, they playfully smeared frosting everywhere, oblivious to my severe allergy.
After being rushed for medical treatment, I regained consciousness and consented to the matrimonial arrangement my family had suggested.

Ditched After Eight Years, I Accepted the Arranged Marriage

Father adjusted his spectacles, his brow furrowing. "Reported? What for? Was it removed? This is absurd! I'm going to contact the company about this."


Suddenly recalling something, I hastened to intervene. "Don't worry! It's probably because the gown was too pricey and might be misleading. Or perhaps some people are just jealous of the affluent. It's okay; if it's taken down, so be it."


I picked up my mother's phone to check. As expected, it was Lucas' Facebook page. Just then, my phone buzzed. To prevent my parents from becoming concerned, I calmly retreated to my room to answer.


"Ellie, what were you doing at the bridal boutique? Who told you to try on wedding dresses? Were you alone?" Lucas fired off questions rapidly.


"I told you to come back—don't you understand? I've been waiting here forever. Don't test my patience!"


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