After My Fiancé's Betrayal, I Found True Love

"Ridiculous! You've been engaged to Nyra for over a decade; how can you suddenly decide to choose your fiancée by drawing lots?" Johan Howell's face hardened, and he quickly assured me that Veer was just fooling around.

Everyone knew that without my family's support, Veer Howell would never have the opportunity to take charge. Yet, Veer remained indifferent, smiling as if nothing mattered.

"Dad! Isn't the transfer of power just a matter of your approval? As long as you agree, how could I not get it?" he said.

"My engagement with Nyra has gone on so long that there's no spark left. If we got married, we'd probably end up divorced, so why not find someone who brings some excitement?"

The maids watched eagerly as he handed out lottery numbers, their faces full of newfound pride and self-satisfaction.

"We might be lowly in status, but in terms of looks and figure, how do we not stack up against that pampered heiress?"

"If I get picked, I'll bring everyone to the Howell estate to enjoy the good life and no longer endure the hardships for a few thousand dollars at the Griffin’s!"

"Miss Nyra, if one of us is chosen, don't be upset! After all, you were the one who failed to capture Mr. Veer's heart!"

The most vocally sarcastic maid was Selah Ryan, and it was clear from her smug look that the outcome of this lottery was already determined.

Veer drew the winning number, exchanged a knowing glance with Selah, and unsurprisingly, she won. Veer's face lit up as he pulled Selah into his arms and turned to me with a mocking sneer.

"One in nine odds, and you still weren't picked, just means we were never meant to be!"

My parents looked displeased, wanting to speak up for me, but I stopped them with a gentle smile.

"Yes, congratulations, soon you'll have a match made in heaven."

He snorted arrogantly, "Of course. As for our engagement, consider it null and void. Don't bring it up again, or it might hurt Selah's feelings!"

Selah's eyes filled with crocodile tears, and she stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Mr. Howell, you're so thoughtful. I knew I chose well. You've kept your promise to marry me."

The other seven maids sensed something was off and began to whisper.

"Did Mr. Howell promise to marry her before? This lottery was rigged for her from the start! No wonder she was so smug."

"I remember Mr. Howell visiting the Griffin estate, sneaking off to the maid's quarters. I even heard some... heated conversations!"

Their words brought back memories of Veer Howell’s past visits to my home. He was supposedly there to discuss our marriage but would disappear shortly after arriving. When he reappeared, he reeked of cologne and wore an unusual flush. When questioned, he'd sheepishly say, "I just needed the restroom but found it dirty and had to reprimand the maid, which took some time."

At that time,