I Had the Wrong Guy, He Made the Wrong Choice

There are two dogs who will forever revolve around Leonardo Zeller.

The first one is his pet dog. The second one is me, his devoted lapdog.

But I've successfully risen to the ranks as his fiancee.

On the day before our wedding, Leonardo gets into an accident from car racing for the sake of his first love, Renee White.

I rush over to the hospital immediately, but I don't see the scar that's supposed to adorn his chest.

My complexion goes insanely pale out of panic. "Where did the scar from his heart surgery go?"

"Hey! Don't you dare jinx my son! Since when did he go through such a cursed surgery?"

Suddenly, I realize that I've gotten the wrong person this whole time for three years.

On the day Leonardo gets discharged, he tells me that he regrets proposing to me and that he wants to call off the wedding just to be with Renee.

Everyone wants to see me break down and humiliate myself by showing my hysterical side.

But I merely reply, "Okay."

What they don't know is that I've never loved Leonardo before. After all, the man I love is already dead a few years ago.

Vanessa Richardson's POV

When I agreed so easily, the shock on Leonardo Zeller's face was palpable. Then, his expression darkened.

"Look, I know you're desperate to marry me. It's not like there's no room for negotiation. If you're willing to put Renee White's name on your designs, I might consider going through with the wedding."

I simply stared at him. "There's no need for that. Just answer me one question, and I'll help you."

The shadow over Leonardo's features lifted slightly, his lips curling into a derisive smirk.

"What? You want to know if I ever loved you? Vanessa Richardson, don't you think that's a bit childish?"

I didn't give a damn about who he loved or who he wanted to marry. I had only ever loved one person—a man who had died in a car crash trying to save my life.

After he passed, his heart was donated. That was the only reason I had ever sought out Leonardo.

I had gone from being the envied heiress of the Richardson family to Leonardo's pathetic lapdog, trailing behind him while everyone in his circle looked down on me with utter contempt.

But to me, it was worth it. As long as I could hear my lover's heartbeat one more time, I would have walked through fire.

"That's not the question," I said, my voice steady as I braced myself for the final confirmation.

"Leonardo," I began, keeping a measured tone, "have you ever had a heart transplant?"

Leonardo's brow knitted together in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"My heart is perfectly fine," he snapped. "Why would I ever go through a cursed surgery like that?"

So, it was true. I had spent years with the wrong man.

A crushing wave of disappointment washed over me. I lowered my gaze