Consider Me Gone

After my fiancée returned from six months of traveling with her childhood friend, she realized I had changed.

For his sake, she broke protocol and promoted him to be the CEO's personal assistant. I obediently stepped aside and gave up my position.

When he took over the project I had spent three sleepless months completing, I handed it over without a fight.

My fiancée found my sudden compliance strange.

Her childhood friend, on the other hand, was smug about it.

He said with a grin, "Looks like your cold treatment finally worked. If you want him to behave, you just have to train him like a dog."

My heart was calm and unmoved as I listened to their conversation.

No one knew that I had been reborn.

No one knew that I had finally accepted the truth: she never loved me from the start.

No matter how reluctant I felt, from this moment on, I would cut ties with her completely.

One clean break, free of all entanglements.

Rowena Atkinson's expression was dark. There was not the slightest hint of joy in her eyes, none of the happiness one would expect from someone about to get married.

"Nathan Wilde, my parents kindly raised you, and this is how you repay them?" she snapped. "You actually dare to think about marrying me? Let me tell you right now: even if we do get married, don't expect me to ever fall in love with you!"

I stared at her in a daze. Her flawless makeup, the bridal gown designer standing beside her for the fitting...

It finally dawned on me: I had gone back to eight years ago.

At this time, Rowena's childhood friend and his family had not been in that car accident. He had not been driven to despair, with nowhere to turn, and jumped from a building.

Thank goodness. Everything was still on time.

The bitterness of my past life surged all at once. My eyes reddened as I looked at her.

I said quietly, "Don't worry; I know someone else has your heart. This time, I'll let you have what you want."

Rowena froze in disbelief, then huffed a mocking laugh. "Let me have what I want, you say? How exactly? The whole city knows we're about to get married!"

She continued, "I treated you like a younger brother and took care of you in every way, and what about you? You twisted the truth in front of my parents. If it weren't for you, how would they have ended up disliking Preston so much?"

With that, she shot up from her seat and gently touched a photo of herself with Preston Keller. Her pale fingers lingered on his face in the picture.

I remained silent for a long time.

Then, I walked over to the bridal gown designer outside the room and calmly gave Preston's measurements.

After that, I took the wedding invitations and replaced the groom's name with Preston's.

When I finished, my gaze fell on