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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

Mother entered with breakfast, noticing my fixation on my phone. "Is something troubling you?" she inquired, her face etched with concern.


I remained silent, ignoring Celine's messages. Her words held no credibility for me, and I was determined to sever all connections to my former life. Post-wedding, I planned to acquire a new phone number. With my limited social circle, this change wouldn't be significant, but it would alleviate many issues.


As I began eating, the doorbell chimed. Mother grumbled while answering, "Who's here so early? Didn't Isaac just say he hadn't departed yet?"


She returned carrying a beverage. "Who requested delivery?" She examined the receipt, her forehead creasing. "Baby El. Ellie, your milk tea's arrived. I'll set it here. You should limit these; ask the housekeeper to prepare fresh tea if you want some."


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