I Had the Wrong Guy, He Made the Wrong Choice
There are two dogs who will forever revolve around Leonardo Zeller.
The first one is his pet dog. The second one is me, his devoted lapdog.
But I've successfully risen to the ranks as his fiancee.
On the day before our wedding, Leonardo gets into an accident from car racing for the sake of his first love, Renee White.
I rush over to the hospital immediately, but I don't see the scar that's supposed to adorn his chest.
My complexion goes insanely pale out of panic. "Where did the scar from his heart surgery go?"
"Hey! Don't you dare jinx my son! Since when did he go through such a cursed surgery?"
Suddenly, I realize that I've gotten the wrong person this whole time for three years.
On the day Leonardo gets discharged, he tells me that he regrets proposing to me and that he wants to call off the wedding just to be with Renee.
Everyone wants to see me break down and humiliate myself by showing my hysterical side.
But I merely reply, "Okay."
What they don't know is that I've never loved Leonardo before. After all, the man I love is already dead a few years ago.