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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

The crowd showered Krista with flattery, each person chiming in with praise. Suddenly, Krista flew into a rage, violently smashing her wine glass on the table beside her.


The room fell silent instantly. "Will you ever stop? Who told you I was waiting for him? The person I'm waiting for today is Palmer!"


Hearing this, a few of the bolder ones quickly spoke up.


At that moment, Palmer entered the private room in a black suit, carrying red roses, accompanied by a waiter.


The silent room once again buzzed with excitement.


Krista, however, stood frozen in place, until Palmer knelt on one knee and softly called her name.


Krista snapped back to reality, reaching out her hand in a daze, only to pull it back at the last second.


"I'm sorry, Palmer. I already have a ring on my finger..."


"Krista." The moment I pushed open the door to the private room, Krista's gaze locked onto me, her eyes gradually clearing.


Chapter 7