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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.

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

I reached the rooftop to find Draven standing beside her, with a crowd already gathered around.


I approached her slowly, trying to keep my voice calm: "Scarlett, if you have something to say, you can tell me."


When she saw me, her eyes instantly turned sharp. She shouted, "Meadow! You stole my Draven from me. Today, I'll die with you!"


Her voice echoed through the livestream, causing an uproar in the chat.


I took out a folder containing things I had ready in advance—the photos and videos she had sent me before, along with those provocative text messages, all printed out.


I slowly opened the folder, facing the onlooking crowd and the livestream camera, calmly saying, "Everyone, take a look at these. This is what she calls being 'wronged.'"


As the photos and text messages were displayed, the livestream chat exploded.


The public opinion that had been accusing me of being narrow-minded and intolerant instantly shifted to criticizing her.


Chapter 8