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Melvin Chawford was my childhood sweetheart and the man I was supposed to marry through an arranged marriage.

My infatuation with Henry was well-known in the capital, just as everyone in the country knew about Melvin's deep affection for me.

The most significant incident was when he attempted suicide after failing to marry me.

At that time, Melvin's life hung in the balance, and Henry watched with almost mocking indifference as my wedding dress was soaked in blood.

He coldly said, "You deserve this," before walking away, leaving Melvin on the brink of death.

I begged Henry relentlessly, hoping he would cooperate with me in this act.

But Henry paid no attention to my pleas. He cared even less about whether Melvin lived or died.

In the end, Melvin's tender-hearted nature towards me prevailed once more, and he yielded.

He promised me that he wouldn't entertain thoughts of suicide again, and I reassured him that I would find happiness.

After that, Melvin left, and we never saw each oth