Chapter 1

After entangling with Damien for seven years, he finally said he wanted to marry me.

On the day of the proposal, his first love returned to the country.

I heard him say, "Melody? Oh, that's just the dog I keep at home, you know? Something to play with when I'm bored, just for amusement."

"You have no idea how obedient she is. Whatever pose I tell her to strike, she does it."

"Break up? Her whole family depends on me for a living. What does she have to break up with me?"

I silently packed my things, preparing to leave.

No one noticed anything unusual until I announced my engagement to someone else.

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Damien said those words while I was standing at the entrance of the VIP room.

Every single word reached my ears with crystal clarity.

His best buddy chuckled and asked, "What's wrong with being obedient? It's more fun that way, isn't it?"

His comment sparked a round of mocking laughter.

Damien let out a cold snort, his tone dripping with disdain: "Play with something too much, and you'll get bored of it."

"Besides, her background... just the daughter of a maid. She's good for a fling, but how could I possibly marry her?"

I clenched my fists, and in my palm lay an engagement ring smeared with frosting from a cake.

Just earlier, I had waited for Damien at the restaurant for a full five hours because today was the day he promised to propose to me.

But not only did he stand me up, making me the laughingstock of the restaurant, he was here, in front of all these people, insulting and belittling me without mercy.

"I heard..." a voice came from beside me. It was Damien's first love. "Today was supposed to be your engagement day with Damien."

Genevieve, dressed head to toe in designer clothes, exuded an air of elegance and nobility. As she looked down at me, her eyes were filled with arrogance.

When I arrived at this club, she was the one who led me to the entrance of the VIP room, then deliberately let me overhear this conversation."I apologize, but today I just happened to return to the country. Damien came to pick me up at the airport, and I forgot about your proposal ceremony with him," Genevieve said with a fake expression. "You're not angry with him, are you?"

After saying this, she answered her own question.

"I guess you definitely won't be. You've been Damien's little follower since childhood, happily doing whatever he tells you to do. Damien often praises you in front of us, saying you're an especially obedient good dog."

"Even if he doesn't marry you, you'll still stay obediently by his side, wagging your tail and begging for a bit of attention and affection every day."

As Genevieve spoke, her face clearly showed disgust and contempt. "Melody, do you really have no dignity at all? Staying by a man's side like this is so cheap."

Her words were bitchy, unpleasant, and grating, yet I couldn't refute them.

My mother was a housekeeper for Damien's family. A few years ago, when my father fell seriously ill, the Winters family kindly found a hospital for him and covered the expenses. To repay their kindness, my mother had me become Damien's assistant.

Taking care of his daily needs and providing emotional support.Later, my father's health deteriorated. He was frequently hospitalized and on medication, relying entirely on the Winters family for support. I had no choice but to stay by Damien's side.

Then, one time when we were drunk, Damien confessed to me. He said he had liked me for a long time and wanted to date me. In a moment of weakness, I agreed.

Thus began a seven-year entanglement.

"Do you know why Damien confessed to you seven years ago?" Genevieve's eyes flashed with malice. "It's because I rejected him and started dating someone else. He was upset, so he turned to you."

Suddenly, everything became clear. My chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.

So that's how it was.

"Melody, if I were you, I'd pack up and leave the Winters family on my own. If you stay any longer, you'll truly become a shameless dog."

With that, Genevieve pushed open the door to the private room and went inside.

When Damien saw me, the smile on his face instantly vanished. He coldly scolded, "What are you doing here? Did I ask you to come? You're ruining the mood. Get out of here!"

I stood in the doorway, taking a long, hard look at him.

Then, without hesitation, I turned and left.

Truth be told, even if Genevieve hadn't said anything, I was already planning to leave.After leaving the private room, I sent a message to Grandma Shaw: "I've agreed to the marriage."

Back at the villa, I started packing my things, planning to move out as soon as possible.

In the early hours of the morning, Damien was brought home drunk by his assistant and placed on the couch. I was tidying up the small study at the time. The assistant left after saying, "Mr. Winters needs some hangover soup," and departed with peace of mind.

Living with Damien for these past few years, I've taken care of his daily needs even more attentively than a housekeeper would.

Every time he gets drunk, it's always me who changes his clothes, wipes down his body, and cooks hangover soup for him.