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On the seventh anniversary of dating my girlfriend, she finally accepted my marriage proposal.
But a week before the wedding, I unexpectedly received a short video from her first love.
In the video, my girlfriend was wearing the wedding dress I had personally designed.
She was intimately entangled with her first love on our marital bed.
Her eyes were hazy with desire, and the wedding dress I had meticulously designed was torn to shreds.
This time, I didn't make a scene. I turned off my phone.
I decided to be a runaway groom on our wedding day.

Love Dies in the Seventh Year

On that day, I had just finished working overtime with a colleague and we were walking out together.


Unexpectedly, I spotted Lyanna standing next to my car. She was looking around, seemingly searching for me.


Upon seeing me, she curved her lips into a smile and walked towards me, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry.


"Damien, you're finally off work. I've been waiting for you for a long time."


Hearing the way she addressed me, I unconsciously frowned.


I had forgotten how long it had been since Lyanna called me that. The last time was when we were still passionately in love.


Later, because of Joseph, we had arguments and fights. During those times, I had desperately wished she would call me Damien again, but she never did.


At that moment, my colleague beside me spoke up:


Before I could respond, Lyanna immediately linked her arm with mine and quickly answered:


Chapter 5