Freya Leaves Her Cheater

During the three years I dated Nikolai Lawrence, my friends gradually found their way to the altar. Spurred by their persistence, I was preparing to propose to Nikolai.

As I was arranging the proposal venue, I stumbled upon him flirting with another woman:

"Isla, I bought the cottage next to mine for you to enjoy. How do you feel about that?"

Isla Gibson playfully teased, "If Freya finds out, she'd rip me to shreds."

Nikolai scoffed, "Three years and still no baby in sight. Who knows if she even can have children? You, on the other hand, Isla, got pregnant after just a few attempts."

I quietly walked away, and that night, I accepted my brother's suggestion for an arranged marriage.

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"Miss Carlson, do you think the hall needs any more decorations?" asked Malaya Mason, the wedding planner, looking at me sheepishly with ribbons and flowers in hand.

I turned back to her with a faint smile, "No need, you've made the trip for nothing."

Malaya quickly glanced at the couple passionately embracing in the hall and softly asked me again.

I shook my head, confirming that no further decoration was necessary.

Only then did she cautiously mention, "Miss Carlson, about the cancellation fee of twenty thousand..."

Rainy Days Events is the top wedding planning service in the city. The venues they design have frequently won national awards. The only downside is the exorbitant price.

When I initially signed the contract with Rainy Days, the penalty and cancellation fees were highlighted in bold red in the agreement. Yet, to give Nikolai a lavish and unforgettable proposal, I signed the contract without a second thought.

Looking back now, my actions seemed absurdly sentimental.

"Did you bring a card machine? I'll pay now."

After settling the cancellation fee, I followed the Rainy Days Events team down to the street.

In the elevator, the young planner seemed like she wanted to offer me some comforting words.

I gave her a gentle smile and said calmly, "I'm fine. It's like searching for a unicorn when regular horses are everywhere."

But despite my brave words, as the team drove away, leaving just me on the street, my eyes still welled up with tears.

As I walked home alone, I took out my phone and called my brother, Adonis Carlson.

"Adonis, I've agreed to the arranged marriage. Please help me organize the wedding as soon as possible."

He listened quietly and didn't ask questions. But as I heard his steady breathing, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.

"I was wrong, Adonis. I shouldn't have been so stubborn."

"It's good that you've realized it. Come home; I'll take care of everything for you," he replied.

After letting me express my emotions, Adonis continued, "Freya, while they say suffering can be a blessing, no daughter of the Carlsons needs to endure such blessings."

His seemingly cryptic words carried a weight of meaning that I fully understood.

The Carlsons are a prominent family in the city,