Getting Married Behind My Fiance’s Back

I’m getting married, but my CEO fiancé, whom I had been engaged to for ten years, had no idea.

Thanks to his new personal maid, the man has no time to spare for me. The two of them always shadowed one another, and they might as well be sleeping in the same bed.

My fiancé even bought a yacht and brought her to the Arctic to see the aurora when she was in a bad mood, completely forgetting that we were supposed to be picking out wedding gowns that day.

I spent the entire day waiting in that bridal shop, waiting for a man who would never show up.

So I called my dad, “I’m marrying someone else.”

On the way back from the bridal shop, my dad gave me documents about over twenty candidates. These candidates ranged from mature men to youthful ones; all were heirs to their parents' billionaire corporations, and they were mine to choose from.

My dad was angry and ranted, "I knew Jared wasn't good! 'I won't leave you sad or lonely.' Pssh! It's been ten years! You got engaged to him ten years ago! He still hasn't married you! Thank goodness you found out his true colors! Hmph! I'll find you someone better, don't worry!"

"Don't wait anymore; come back first. I'll set you up on a few blind dates first. My daughter can marry whoever she wants!"

Everyone could tell that Jared did not love me. I was the only idiot blinded by our memories, foolishly believing I was the only one he loved.

"I'm sure I'll like anyone you choose, Dad. I'll marry anyone as long as it's not him."

Jared must have made his way beside me sometime during the call, and when he heard that, he frowned. "Who else do you think you're marrying?"

He was about to grab my arm to make me face him when a sharp cry came from the kitchen. A lady in a maid outfit walked out with tears in her eyes and her hands in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Jared. I just wanted to cut some apples for you but accidentally cut myself with the knife instead.”

"I'm too careless to be your personal maid. Maybe you should find someone else…"

Jared immediately ignored me and rushed over to cradle her in his arms. "Hush, Vincy, it's okay. Don't worry. I'll have the family doctor come over right away!”

"And don't say that! I will never have anyone else as my personal maid. It's you or nothing, I promise!"

Gently, my fiancé comforted her, forgetting his 'beloved' fiancée once again. I was no doctor, but even I could tell that a bandaid was sufficient for a small cut.

Watching him choose her without hesitation only strengthened my resolve to move on.

Once he had left, I dialed my best friend’s number to say goodbye.

Ten years ago, Jared and I had gotten engaged secretly. I left home with the excuse of studying abroad,