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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

His voice sighed, "Why would I ever look down on you?"


My eyes stung with tears as I gazed up at him blankly. He cupped my face in his hands, his touch as gentle as if he were handling the world's most precious treasure.


"My only regret is, why didn't I come into your life sooner?"


At first, he seemed a bit shy about analyzing himself, but as he continued, his words flowed more smoothly:


"I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue either. You don't know this, but when I first heard you were dating someone, I actually considered being the other man, playing the role of the home-wrecker."


Probably because on that day, when he had finally mustered up the courage to approach me, he saw me blissfully happy in the throes of my romance with Fabian, my face beaming with radiant smiles.


He didn't want to be the reason for my unhappiness.


Chapter 8