Don't Want the Million-dollar Bracelet and Fiancé Anymore

At our engagement party, the million-dollar jade bracelet Draven bought couldn't fit on my wrist.

Scarlett, the "little sister" he tutored years ago, snatched the bracelet away and said, "Wasn't this made to fit my wrist? Draven, why don't you buy her another one? I really like this."

Draven didn't mind her behavior at all, looking at her with doting eyes.

Under the spotlight, I, the bride-to-be, felt my eyes welling up with tears.

Scarlett smirked provocatively, "Meadow, Draven has always spoiled me. You don't mind, do you?"

Draven chimed in, "Stop acting. In front of all these people, are you trying to make me lose face?"

I smiled graciously, "The bracelet suits you better. Why don't you take my place as the bride today?"

After all, I don't want this fiancé anymore either.