My Don Boyfriend Belongs to the Heroine

Isabella’s POVI loved clinging to my boyfriend, Nate, and soaking up as much of his attention as possible. But then I saw those strange comments—claiming that Nate hated me, that his true love was about to appear, and that I was going to get dumped hard—I decided to keep my distance from him.“Why’d you stop?” The second I leaned away from his chest, Nate’s voice came from beside me.I'd just pulled away in the middle of making out with him.It wasn't that I didn't want to keep kissing him. God knew I loved kissing Nate and those soft lips of his.But right in the middle of it, strange words had suddenly appeared before my eyes, drifting through the air like comments scrolling across a screen.Every single comment said the same thing—that Nate, my boyfriend of three years and family friend of more than twenty, had never really wanted me. Soon, he'd meet the woman he was truly meant to be with and dump me without a second glance.I forced a smile. “I’m just tired. Why don’t we go to sl

Isabella’s POVBy the time I finished getting dressed, Nate was already downstairs, sitting at the dining table and eating breakfast.Normally, I would have pouted until he fed me a piece of bread, enjoying the way he took care of me.But today, I said nothing and sat at the opposite end of the table, all alone.Nate looked up as I took my seat, his expression unreadable.I grabbed a slice of bread and ate in silence.He finished breakfast far faster than I did. Since then, he had been watching me, quiet, his confusion barely hidden.“Is everything… alright?” he finally asked.“Of course,” I said, taking another sip of orange juice, forcing a small smile. “If you’re in a rush, you can go ahead. I can just grab a taxi.”Nate’s eyebrows furrowed deeper. He mumbled, “I can wait for you…”The conversation died, and the comments appeared again.But this time, the context had shifted. They weren’t talking about me and Nate anymore. They were talking about someone else—the beautiful, perfect

Isabella’s POVI remembered being twelve. Back then, I loved stuffed animals too.There was one teddy bear I carried everywhere. I slept with it, watched TV with it, even brought it along whenever I visited friends.One day, I took it with me to Nate's house. I'd been so excited to show him. Nate had only glanced at it before commenting that stuffed animals were childish.That was all. After that, I'd shoved the bear into the deepest corner of my closet. I never carried it around again, never brought it out in front of Nate.As I stared at the pink rabbit in the backseat, the comments appeared again.“Such a cute rabbit! Did you see the way Nate looked at Alyssa when she gave this to him?”“Look, Isabella must have guessed it. She knew Nate hated stuffed animals. She must have realized just how special Alyssa is to him.”“If you ask me, Isabella should get out of Nate’s sight so he can spend more time with Alyssa!”“Hahaha, I bet Isabella thought Nate was jealous when he saw Shawn. Sh

Isabella’s POVAnd then—Hundreds of comments exploded in my vision.“Ohhh, Alyssa. So this is the heroine’s first visit to Nate’s house. Take a good look, Alyssa—you’ll be living here soon.”“Nate! Where is Nate? Come meet your future wife. She’s so beautiful.”“I used to think Bella was at least pretty and a little cute, but compared to Alyssa… she just looks ordinary now.”“No wonder Nate falls for her at first sight. Alyssa is probably the most perfect woman he’s ever seen.”“I remember this is also the first time Alyssa meets Isabella. She probably came here to see what kind of woman Nate used to be with… and now she realizes there’s no competition at all.”“True. Alyssa is on a completely different level.”Reading those comments, I couldn’t help it—I glanced down at myself.Compared to Alyssa’s polished black dress, I was only in a simple shirt and shorts. Plain. Casual. Out of place.I took a small step back. “Yes… come in.”Nate poked his head out from inside. “Alyssa?”Alyssa s

Isabella’s POVNate finished rinsing the lace nightgown. Only then did he turn to look at me, “If you’re already planning to move out, then why do you still need me? As your boyfriend? Or just someone you come to when you feel lonely and knock on his door?”His voice was rough, but he didn’t stop there. “We might as well break up.”Everything inside me froze. My mind went blank for a second, like it couldn’t process what I had just heard.I hadn’t expected to hear those words so quick, clean and final.My eyes stung immediately. The tears I’d been holding back pushed hard against the surface.And then the comments appeared again—fast, eager, almost excited.“Nate finally said it! This is how he really feels. He’s wanted to break up for a long time.”“At least Isabella is self-aware now. She was the one who brought up moving out first.”“No, you’re all wrong. She’s just playing hard to get. She didn’t expect Nate to agree so fast—or to actually suggest breaking up.”“Haha, this is what