A Breakup Six Years Too Late

I'm getting married soon—but not to my boyfriend of six years, Soren Cruz.

He's the mafia boss based in Mehico and is currently busy "working" with his new underboss, Thea Ramirez.

Lately, he's been so swamped with work that he completely forgot about me and our promise to get married on our sixth anniversary.

At the Christmas party, he ordered Thea's favorite almond cake. He forgot I'm allergic to almonds.

While his friends were messing around, a slice of cake hit me right in the face. I fainted on the spot.

When I woke up, I told Mom I didn't want to marry Soren anymore. I'm going back.

Over the phone, Mom didn't ask me why I wasn't marrying Soren. She was thrilled, saying she'd send a private jet to pick me up.

I could return to their side in just three days.

I was moved to tears. Only my parents would support me unconditionally.

Six years ago, Mom and Dad were firmly against me dating Soren Cruz. He was just a street punk back then, and they thought he wasn't good enough for me, the only daughter of the biggest arms dealer in Velimor.

But blinded by love, I eloped with him without hesitation.

Mom and Dad were so furious that they cut ties with me. So, I never told Soren about my background.

After all, my identity didn't matter. He loved me for who I was, not for where I came from.

Before the call ended, Mom said hesitantly, "You've been with Soren for six years, and yet he still has no intention of marrying you. I knew he wasn't reliable from the start."

If she'd said that six years ago, I would've immediately jumped to his defense, insisting she didn't understand love.

But today, I said nothing.

"Do you remember the youngest son of the Vasiliev family?" she added. "He's always liked you. Why don't you give him a chance?"

"Okay," I finally said after a long pause.

Overjoyed, Mom chirped, "Great! I'll contact his family right away and start planning the wedding."

Just then, Soren walked in on our conversation. He happened to hear the word "wedding", and I quickly hung up.

He looked confused. "Darling, who were you talking to? What about the wedding?"

I was just about to speak when his phone rang.

Noticing Thea Ramirez's name on the screen, I frowned. Why was she calling him at such a late hour?

"Thea? What's wrong?" Soren immediately picked up, his voice tense. "Don't worry. I'll be right there."

My face fell. I could hear Thea's sobs on the other end, and the anxiety written all across Soren's face.

He hung up and turned to me, flustered.

"Darling, Thea says someone's following her. I need to check on her."

This again.

He was always in a hurry every time he ditched me to go to Thea, though her reasons were ridiculous.

As the underboss of a mafia, being followed wasn't exactly a big deal. It