An Heiress's Groom, My Ex's Regret

In the third year of working to raise money for the medical expenses of my girlfriend, Christine White, she once again fell into a critical condition.

During these three years, I used up all my savings and mortgaged the house my parents had left me.

I delivered takeout food, washed dishes, and even sold my blood just because she said she would marry me when she recovered.

I continued to naively gather money for her medical expenses.

While delivering takeout at the entrance of an upscale nightclub, I heard her boasting to her friends.

"That idiot Micah Jenning. I just made up an excuse about being sick, and he believed me like a lapdog! Not only did he empty his tiny savings, but he actually worked delivering food and driving Uber! I heard he even worked on a construction site a few days ago to make money! Tell me. Isn't he the ultimate simp? How pathetic.”

At that moment, the heart that loved her for three years suddenly died.

I dropped the food delivery and turned to call the rich heiress who had waited for me for three years. "Hayley Smith, you once said that you would marry me if I were willing to marry you. Does that statement still stand?"

In the nightclub corridor that separated us, I held the takeout tightly in my hand to prevent it from falling.

Christine White's voice sounded drunk, but it could not hide her contempt and arrogance. "Micah Jenning is really stupid; it's as if he has no brain at all. He kept the damn emerald pendant his mother left him as if it were a precious treasure, but he pawned it for me in the end."

"Christine, I heard that you used that emerald pendant as a dog toy for your dog, Prince, and then broke it? If he knew, would he faint from crying? Hahaha..."

My mind went blank as if hit by a heavy hammer. That was the only relic my mother left me!

I once thought that even if the whole world betrayed me, Christine would be on my side and cherish everything I cherished.

However, she thought my mother's relic was only good enough to be a cheap pendant for her expensive Alaskan Malamute. It was not even considered a toy and was easily broken.

The private room burst into even louder laughter, and Christine's triumphant voice rang again. "Men like him forget everything after a little sweet talk. The ten thousand dollars he painstakingly saved isn't even enough for a single night out for us!"

"You bet! Christine, the cheapest bottle of wine we're having tonight costs 300,000 dollars! His meager savings wouldn't even be a drop in the ocean! How absurd!"

A bottle of wine that cost 300,000 dollars.

I gripped the cold takeout bag tightly. My nails dug into my palms, but I felt no pain. I braved the torrential rain, scrambling through the city, covered in bruises, for a mere 100-dollar order, while