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The day I was released from prison happened to be New Year's Eve.
My fiancée, who had promised to pick me up, was busy celebrating with her first love instead.
When I finally made it home, relying on memory alone, I found her in an intimate embrace with her first love, surrounded by a cheering crowd.
"Krista, aren't you going to pick up Marvin from prison today?"
Krista's red lips curved into a slight smile. "Picking him up isn't nearly as important as ringing in the New Year. He's been in there for so long, one more day won't kill him."
"Aren't you worried Marvin will be angry?"
Colder than the snow and wind outside were Krista's callous words.
"He's the one who messed up. What right does he have to be angry? The fact that I still want him is a blessing."
As she finished speaking, her eyes met mine, and the smile froze on her face.
The cold light that shone through hit me, and my heart gradually turned to ice.
She might still want me, but I no longer wanted her.

My Fiancée Spends New Year's Eve with Her First Love

A gentle female voice came from behind. I stepped forward and took Callie's hand, smiling as I said to Krista:


Callie nodded politely to her. Krista froze, her expression as hurt as an eggplant after a frost.


Ignoring her further, I left arm-in-arm with Callie.


If anyone were to call me 147, and I didn't get angry, it could only be Callie.


In prison, when the top dog and his cronies bullied me, Callie watched through the iron bars separating the men's and women's sections.


Later, during a prison activity, she reported those who had been bullying me.


Even though it might make her enemies, she didn't care. She not only tenderly helped me apply medicine, but also repeatedly encouraged me not to be so timid.


In my three dark years, she was that beam of light that seeped into my life.


After her release, she not only visited me often but also continued to help me gather evidence about the mysterious Scarlett.


Chapter 9