Chapter 1

In the middle of Oliver Howard's birthday banquet, the chandelier fell without warning. He lunged for his childhood sweetheart Linda Fletcher and held her close as if she were the most precious thing in his life.

Meanwhile, glass shards hit my shoulder and turned it bloody. Blood trickled down my arm, but Oliver did not even look back at me.

I held back tears as best I could, but it hurt… Though I could no longer tell whether the pain came from my shoulder or my broken heart.

All Oliver could look at was Linda, and panic was clear on his face. "Linda! Linda, are you alright? I'm taking you to the hospital right now!"

He picked her up and hurried toward the doorway out of the banquet hall.

"Oliver, wait for me..." I fought through the pain in my shoulder and called after him with whatever strength I had left.

However, he did not turn around. Instead, he said in a cold voice, "Selena! This isn't the time to be so stubborn! Linda's hurt and I have to get her to the hospital!"

I looked down at my black dress. The blood soaked into the fabric, leaving no visible stain. Still, I said, "Let me go with you..."

"Selena, I'll be back soon!" Oliver yelled.

Tears instantly rolled down my cheeks.

When we first started dating, Oliver had knelt on one knee and promised me saying, "As long as I'm around, I'll do everything I can to keep you safe."

Only five years had passed, but now the person he chose to protect first was another woman.

From the passenger seat, Linda met my eye and sniffed. Then, she said in a tone as if she was hurt, "Do you hate me, Selina? Maybe I should get out. Please don't fight because of me. I'm just a bit injured, and I'm going to be fine. Oliver, you should go comfort your future wife first."

She immediately reached to open the car door. But not a moment had passed before she held her arm and grimaced in pain.

Oliver, who was already in the car, caught her hand and leaned over to buckle her seat belt. "Linda, this isn't your fault! I'll get your injury treated right away!"

After reassuring Linda, Oliver turned to me with a warning in his eyes.

"Selena, you can't stop me from helping someone just because you're jealous. Just behave yourself and wait here. I'll come back for you once Linda has been treated."

He immediately started the car and drove away.

I sat in the lounge and waited all night.

The next morning, I received a photo. My fiance was sitting with Linda having breakfast together. He seemed to have forgotten his fiancee was still waiting for him.

This time, I did not cry or make a scene. Instead, I called my mom.

"Mom, I think it's time I listened to you and came home."