Marrying the Hired Suitor

Simon, the boy who grew up next door, had been by my side since childhood. He was handsome, intelligent, and always ranked at the top of our class. As the less gifted one, I looked up to him, striving to keep up. During our final year of high school, I studied tirelessly to get into the same university as him. On the day of our college graduation, I finally mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He was drunk, his gaze lingering on me with a complicated expression. Just when I thought he was going to reject me, he said, "Alright, let’s date then." The moment the words left his lips, he pulled me into his arms, his warm lips pressing against mine as we sank into the moment. Because of that kiss, I never once hesitated to stay by his side. Even when he refused his family’s financial support and we ended up living in a cramped basement apartment, I endured every hardship with him without complaint. When he started his own business, a mutual friend once warned me, "Si

On the day of Simon’s grandmother’s birthday banquet, the family estate was packed with guests. As Simon and his father’s influence in the business world grew, nearly everyone eager to forge a connection with them showed up. Dressed in an elegant white dress, Yara looked young and radiant, her soft beauty accentuated by the delicate fabric. Standing beside her, Simon had his arm wrapped around her waist, the two of them toasting guests like a perfect married couple. I watched them from a distance, my heart tightening as if a giant hand had clenched around my heart, making it hard to breathe. A nearby servant noticed my pale expression and quickly approached, bowing respectfully. "Miss Rosalyn, you’re here." The lively chatter around us suddenly quieted. Guests turned to glance between me and the pair at the center of attention, curiosity and speculation flickering in their eyes. Soft whispers rose behind me. "So, she’s Simon Page actual fiancée?" "Then who’s the one

Simon’s eyes burned with rage as he seized my arm, his voice sharp with accusation. "Rosalyn, you have the audacity to cheat on me right in front of my eyes?"I met his glare head-on, refusing to back down. "Simon, we’ve already broken up. Who I take wedding photos with has nothing to do with you."And if we’re talking about cheating, let’s not forget who really crossed that line." My gaze flickered toward Yara. Simon scoffed. "Men at my level are expected to have women around them. It’s completely normal. And Yara is gentle and considerate. So, marrying her would only be natural." I let out a sharp laugh. "Great. Then our breakup is perfect timing. Now you can be with her openly." Yanking my arm free from his grip, I turned to the sales associate. "Bring me your latest wedding dress collection. I’m busy, and I don’t have time to waste here." Just as I took Hector’s hand and started toward the second floor, Simon suddenly stepped in front of me, blocking my path with a long st

Ever since I moved back into the apartment I had bought after graduating, Simon had been relentlessly calling and texting me. Whenever his constant messages got on my nerves, I would glance at them now and then. The messages were nothing more than him asking where I lived or insisting that we needed to talk. Lately, I had been overwhelmed with explaining my sudden engagement to Hector to my parents and handling wedding preparations. Frustrated and exhausted, I finally blocked his number. While selecting wedding invitations at a planning studio, an unfamiliar number suddenly popped up on my phone. I answered, but the other end remained silent for a long time. Just as I was about to hang up, a deep voice came through. "Rosalyn, we need to talk. I'm outside the studio." I stepped toward the second-floor window and looked down. Sure enough, Simon stood outside. Leaning against his car, his usually neat hair was a mess. As if sensing my gaze, his eyes immediately found mi