Dumped By My Fiance Novels & Stories

Danya-unik: “Why did this crazy man come to rant to us? I bet you can never get tired of the attention you get. You must really love being dragged and embarrassed.” Ms_Universe: “I sense that Gerald’s marriage to Kareen will some come to an end. Which mad woman will tolerate this kind of attitude from her stolen husband?” Michael4life: “I bet that even Kareen is tired of all the drama. She has turned from chasing clout with her marriage to Gerald to using her pregnancy.” Simone_Math: “Bella, this message is from you. I am a happily married man so, I wish you eternal happiness in this newfound love. We your fans will always love and support your decisions.”

somewhere hot. "Well..." I begin. "I think that we could make a..." I rack my mind, searching for the word that would fit the situation. "Pact... Make a pact. A mutually beneficial agreement." "Oh?" She raises an eyebrow at me. Now I'm second guessing myself but I'm too far in. "My family is expecting me to bring a fiancé home but considering my actual girlfriend dumped my ass..." I can't help but laugh. This whole thing is weird and ridiculous. Understanding lights up her face.

Trevor was obviously so good at his job that he knew to keep the drinks coming. " So tell me, how did you find out?" Hot Mr Strange asked. " Well," I began. " We were supposed to be married in few months, two to be precise, and I was just returning from a visit at my mom's place tonight when I met my supposedly fiance shamelessly fucking no other person, not even his ex or the city's harlot, I'd be okay with that if it were them, but it was my only best friend," I said. The thought about this again saddened me.

“Just in case I forget to fire you.” Amanda flinches — not visibly, but I see the slight pinch in her fingers. She doesn’t speak again. I laugh at her, pull out my phone and open my favourite app. A live feed opens immediately — my fiancé’s apartment. He’s in bed with some rail-thin model he picked up in France. Again. I roll my eyes. Predictable. I’m not into voyeurism. Next: Adrian’s apartment. Empty. Dull. More feeds flick past my screen like static, until—

(Diane) Clubs aren’t really my scene, but listening to my girlfriends gush over Alpha Darius’ long-lost son as if he were some celebrity heartthrob was almost entertaining enough to make me forget my worries. Victor, my fiancé, had ghosted me for a whole day now, that never happened before.

But heartbre1ak makes you do crazy shit. My girlfriend — ex-girlfriend now — had dumped me two weeks ago for my own best friend. She said I was “too safe,” too boring, that she needed excitement. The betrayal burned like acid in my gut. I’d begged her on the phone, texted her nonstop, and finally showed up at her house that Saturday evening like a pathetic loser, ready to plead one last time. I knocked on the door with my heart in my throat, my hands trembling and my palms sweaty. No answer at first. Then it swung open.

These were the moments that cemented the reality of our love story, the quiet, everyday instances that proved it wasn't just a fleeting infatuation, but a deep, abiding connection that permeated every aspect of our lives. One particular evening, we found ourselves at a school fundraiser, a somewhat drab affair held in the gymnasium. While most of our peers gravitated towards the more boisterous activities, Earnest and I found ourselves drawn to a quiet corner, where a small, impromptu acoustic guitar performance was taking place. We sat on the floor, our knees touching, our heads leaning against the cool cinder block wall. As the musician strummed a melancholic melody, Earnest turned to me,

"Enough." I was a little surprised. Vito let out a cold laugh and looked at me. "Three years. Cecilia, I thought after you left me you'd make something of yourself. Turns out you're here staging some reunion stunt? If you walked away without a word back then, why come back now? Begging for my pity? Or begging me to take you back?" In that instant, every memory from three years ago came flooding back. Vito Rossi used to be my fiancé.

However, in the other timeline, I had been fooled. I thought that my aunt had wanted to ruin my romance. Hence, I did not hesitate to cut myself off from her family just to marry Charles. Later, the Zimmer Family drove me out. I was homeless. My aunt got very ill. I heard from someone that she wanted to bid me goodbye. But I was too ashamed to meet her and did not even attend her funeral. “Aunt, I won’t marry him. I won’t be a stepmom… I’ll never think of marrying Charles again. I won’t marry anyone that you disapprove of!”

"No man will accept a woman who gets dumped in public! And you—sharp-tongued, narrow-minded—no one will ever tolerate you the way I did!" I tightened my grip around the bouquet, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. "We have nothing to do with each other now. My life is none of your concern." With the guests gasping around us, I walked toward Gordon Hunt, who was on the verge of bankruptcy. "Gordon," I said, "would you still be willing to be my fiancé… and the main character of today's event?"