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I had been in a relationship with Fabian for five years, but he never proposed.
When I asked him about it, he coldly said that if I insisted on marriage, we should break up.
I packed my suitcase and moved out without looking back.
In a private room at a bar, he casually held a beautiful girl and said nonchalantly, "Just wait, she'll regret it sooner or later."
But all he got was the news that I had been proposed to and was about to get married.
He ended up being the one who regretted it first.
At my wedding, he pleaded with tear-filled eyes:
"I won't allow you to be with anyone else. I haven't agreed to you getting married."
I slowly peeled his hands off me and leaned into my new husband's embrace:
"What does my marriage have to do with you?"

After My Five Years Love Breakup, I Married the CEO

After college, he must have been surrounded by even more girls.


Faced with my distrustful gaze, he let out a leisurely sigh.


He pulled out his phone and called one friend after another:


"The sun must be rising in the west if you've got a girl. I was starting to think you were into guys and had a thing for me."


The call ended, and he dialed another. His buddy cursed at him:


"Get lost! Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean I'm not. Weekends are for quality time with my girl. You lonely old fart, scram and don't bother me."


Blushing, I stammered, "Alright, alright, stop calling. I believe you, I believe you."


I was afraid if he kept calling, he'd soon have no friends left.


Sunlight streamed through the open curtains, falling on his face. His features were clean-cut and otherworldly. He was wearing only a thin dress shirt, his toned abs nearly bursting through the fabric.


Chapter 6