All Chapters of My Fiance Fell For A Livestreamer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I opened the post and skimmed through it. I was so angry I actually laughed.Simon poured out a heartfelt confession to the female streamer, Claire.[Claire only calls out to me so sweetly in her livestream. If that's not favoritism, what is?[Once I've spent 100 thousand dollars on Claire's stream, I'll ask her out in person and confess!]Then, when he mentioned me, his tone flipped instantly.[Sigh, I do feel sorry for my fiancée. She's already thirty—not young anymore. Other than me, who would even want her?]The comment section exploded.[Claire only mentioned you a few times on her stream, and you fall in love? Your fiancée is really pitiful.][Break your engagement off already. Let that woman go. Go find your true love and lock yourselves together—I'll swallow the key!]Simon must have been furious at the backlash. He immediately posted a screenshot of title deeds—with parts blurred out.[Easy for you to say. My girlfriend's family owns three properties in the city cent

Simon and I were alumni of the same university.He was a few years my junior. We met while volunteering at a school anniversary event.Back then, he stood under the sun in a simple white shirt, handing out flyers. When he smiled, his eyes lit up—clean, bright, and earnest. He was hardworking, too.After that, we kept running into each other at different campus activities. Little by little, we grew familiar.He pursued me with genuine effort—good morning and good night messages, breakfast deliveries, snacks after class.If I casually mentioned a play I wanted to see, he would line up all night just to buy tickets.Still, I hesitated. It wasn't only the age gap, but also the difference in our families and upbringing. My family was in business. His parents were ordinary salaried workers. Our values, habits, and social circles were separated by an invisible distance.So we dated, but I never agreed to marriage.After graduation, I returned to the city where my family's company was

Thanks to Simon's long, self-righteous confession online, the last trace of illusion I had left was finally shattered.A wave of nausea rose in my chest.I thought of the woman I'd been for the past five years—blind, willfully blind.How had I mistaken a piece of scrap iron coated in pale gold for a priceless treasure and clutched it for so long?At least I woke up in time.Fate gave me a push at the critical moment, letting me step away cleanly and without entanglement.I forced all the churning emotions down and threw myself into work. Meetings, reports, negotiations, project timelines—every waking hour was packed tight.Busyness is a powerful medicine. It numbs the pain you don't need to feel.A few nights later, long past dark, only I and the flowing city lights outside the window remained in the office.It suddenly occurred to me that I still hadn't given the relatives and friends who cared about me a proper explanation for the broken engagement.Simon was performing so

Two days later, I heard from an old coworker—one who still followed Simon on social media—that he had been posting nonstop across every major social media platform.[Jilted by a Materialistic Woman After Five Years—How Can I Use the Law to Seek Justice?]The content twisted the truth, casting himself as the devoted lover who had been betrayed.I, meanwhile, was painted as a heartless gold digger. He demanded "compensation for lost youth" and even called for a division of the property under my name.Unfortunately for him, the internet does not suffer from collective amnesia.Beneath his posts, aside from a few clueless followers parroting his accusations, most of the comments were pure mockery.[Wake up. The law doesn't recognize this.][Your youth counts as youth, but hers doesn't?][What does her premarital property have to do with you?][Mooched off someone and still has the nerve to act tough. That takes talent.]Professional lawyers didn't even bother engaging with such a

The smile on my uncle's face faded, and a hint of mockery crept into his eyes."Simon, watch your words. It is true that I am Cheryl's uncle, but Starlight Media is a lawfully run company."Whatever emotional disputes you have with Cheryl are your private matter. They have nothing to do with your spending on our platform. These are two separate issues. As for your accusation, we reserve the right to pursue it as defamation.""Your family are all rotten to the core! Using your money and power to bully people! You tricked me out of every last cent! You'll die without a good end!"With all hope shattered, panic drove Simon to lose all restraint. Filthy insults mixed with vicious curses poured out of him. He looked like a mad dog.Seeing this, the two police officers immediately stepped forward to restrain him. "Sir, calm down! If you continue like this, we will take you back to the station for disturbing public order!"But Simon could no longer hear them. The blow had drained the la