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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

Here I am, late at night, asking Lorne out for drinks.


And without even a moment's thought, he replied instantly.


As if trying to hide his eagerness, he added, "I'm free anytime."


When he arrived at the bar and we sat face to face, I belatedly felt regret.


When I finally met Lorne's gaze, I realized he was even more nervous than I was.


He probably hadn't noticed that he'd put on the wrong casual jacket. His inner layer was a gray shirt, but the outer jacket was a mismatched khaki color.


His hair wasn't fixed with gel now, falling naturally, which softened his stern features, making him look exceptionally gentle.


"Is something bothering you? Is that why you asked me out for drinks now?"


Chapter 5