Dumped By My Fiance Novels & Stories

Now, apologize to him. Before she could finish, I cut her off and announced, "We're breaking up, Velda. It's over." "Excuse me? Are you trying to dump me?" She stared at me in disbelief. A wave of barely contained fury was starting to boil over under her flawless makeup. The surrounding reporters and guests began whispering amongst themselves. "Wait. Is that Ms. Mercer's fiance, who went missing for ten years? He looks like just a beggar." "Talk about a bottom-feeder punching above his weight. Now that he's dumped, he immediately tries to stir up trouble for some money. That's absolutely disgusting."

Then, as if fate couldn’t resist irony, another notification appeared right beneath it: NEW UPLOAD DETECTED: “The Real Confession – Unedited Audio.” His eyes widened. “What?” Mara Devon stepped closer. “That’s not ours.” The screen refreshed and there it was. The real file. The one Jordan had hidden. The one with Liam’s true words. “I never stopped loving her. The silence between us was my fault, not hers.” And this time the world was hearing it live. Back in the chaos of the exhibit, Jordan’s phone buzzed again, almost burning his hand.

The village was remote and had been badly affected by the earthquake that took place recently. The village chief, Aiden Zigger, repeatedly reminded me that I had to set off within seven days. After he left, I found the place where my fiancé, Quentin Larson, was temporarily staying to retrieve my ID. Unexpectedly, I saw three people lying on a bed when I parted the curtains.

My stepmom is lying sick and at the point of death at the hospital and my fiance just ended things with me. What's next now??? I felt totally devastated and hopeless.

Not that there was much to see. I found a cooking competition show—some light drama to distract myself—and soon, the tension of the contestants started pulling me in. But just as I was getting to the good part, the screen flickered, and a news interruption cut through. My breath caught in my throat as the headline flashed across the screen. "Breaking News: Famous business Tycoon, Jared Smith drives fiance to suicide attempt, and almost cost her father's death." My heart skipped. I stared at the screen, reading the headline again to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. How could this be happening? Jared’s fiancée was supposed to be Tiana, right? What’s wrong with her now?

I called him countless times, but none of the calls went through. The shop assistant looked at me pitifully, making my heart ache. She stepped forward and asked gently, "Ms. Zachman, how about we wait a little longer?" I shook my head and forced a smile. "No. I'm going home." On my way back, I saw a post with a picture of Shawn choosing pajamas for Britney. The caption read: [I can’t believe we’re so close that he’s helping me pick out pajamas!] I smiled and commented: [Other people's fiancés have good taste, don’t they?]

But I wouldn't blame her, I'd drain every little strength she had left and made sure she came five times last night. Then my phone rang. I groaned, reaching for it before the sound woke her. Dax's name flashed across the screen. I answered quietly. “What?” “Bro!” Dax’s voice echoed through the phone. “You're trending online right now.” I wince. “Can you not scream? You’re going to wake my fiancée up.” He paused. “Fiancée? I like the sound of that.” He laughed. “Man, your video is everywhere! Everyone’s reposting it.”

"Daddy told me you're marrying the Butcher King. He says you'll be dead in a month." She traced the rim of her glass. "Once you're gone... I'm going to make Cole forget you ever existed. I'm going to redecorate your room. Burn your clothes. Maybe I'll even name our first pup after you. As a joke." I swirled my drink. "You can have him, Lexi. I don't keep trash." Her smile snapped. "What did you say?" "I said," I leaned in, my voice ice cold, "he's trash. And you? You're a raccoon digging through my garbage. You deserve each other."

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

I know. I grab the remote of the medium-sized TV hanging on the wall, switching it on. Perhaps a little distraction will help, but my jaw drops at the first image on display. The video coverage of my wedding is on display with the huge caption: BUSINESS TYCOON PATRICK BAXTER'S DAUGHTER DITCHED AT THE ALTAR. No... no, this isn't right.