I Was Her Ultimate Doormat Fiancé

I, Calvin Perry, have made quite the name for myself. Everyone knows I'm the biggest simp to ever exist. For the last five years, despite being known as Suzanne Harper's fiance, I have never once pestered her to start planning our wedding. I don't insist that she marries me, and I don't restrict her from doing as she pleases either. All I want is for Suzanne to donate her bone marrow to my mother. When she cheats on me with an actor, I dispel the scandalous rumors for her. When she's photographed making out with a singer, I pay off the paparazzi to stop the photos from being released. When she causes the fiancee of her latest fling—an online celebrity—to suffer a miscarriage, I even step in to clean up the mess for her. All the gossipy ladies of elite society tease me with a mix of pity and contempt. "Your life seems rather pathetic, Calvin." Even then, I remain unfazed. The same night Mom passes away, Harper Group faces a financial crisis. I sell off the only heirloom my father left to me to help Suzanne overcome the hurdle. She finally decides to reward me with a legally binding relationship. Tossing the ring at my feet, she says, "Let's set a time to register our marriage. Consider it my way of thanking you." I look at the ring, but instead of picking it up, I say, "That won't be necessary. I was just repaying a debt of gratitude. Let's end things between us, Suzanne."