Our Vows Scattered With the Wind

Amara Larkspur and I have been dating for seven years. But she claims that she's sick of me, so she quickly finds herself a younger lover.

I don't kick up a fuss at all. All I do is throw away the engagement ring and take down the decorations of the proposal venue. After that, I leave the city where I got my heart broken.

All of Amara's friends keep speculating just how long it'll take me to crawl back to her this time. After all, everyone thinks of me as her ultimate simp.

However, this time, I never return to her side.

Amara finally panics and calls my number. "Ryan Crawford, if you don't return to me right now, we'll break up for real!"

But all she hears is a feminine voice that lets out a soft titter. "Ryan is bathing at the moment. I can help you pass the message if you'd like."

Ryan's POV

I, Ryan Crawford, had been with Amara Larkspur for seven years, and she'd never once brought up marriage. I assumed she was just shy.

In our seventh year, I spent three months secretly preparing a proposal and setting up the proposal venue.

A week before I was supposed to propose, Amara went to a get-together with some friends and invited me along. Busy discussing the proposal details with my friend, I arrived a little over ten minutes late.

Before I even pushed open the door to the private room, I overheard Amara talking with her friends. She sounded like she'd been drinking, and her voice was a little husky.

"Ryan? I got sick of him ages ago. Waking up to the same face every day? And it's been seven years—more than enough for anyone to get bored."

Her friend laughed. "Then, why did you keep him around for seven years?"

Amara replied nonchalantly, "Just for fun. And honestly, having a devoted lapdog following me around feels pretty good. But I'm sick of him now. I want to find someone new. Someone hot. You all know I go for looks. I wouldn't be able to bring myself to kiss anyone too ugly."

The whole room erupted in laughter.

"Ryan's pretty handsome, though," someone chimed in. "Every time he wears a suit, he's a total heartthrob!"

Amara chuckled lightly. "Then, you can have him."

She said it so airily, as if she were talking about something utterly unimportant.

And just like that, my heart shattered. I didn't go into the room. Instead, I turned around and left.

Then, I sent Amara a message on WhatsApp. "Busy with work today. Can't get away."

That was the day the idea of breaking up first entered my mind.

Later, word suddenly spread in our circle that Amara was pursuing a college freshman named Callum Voss. The guy was a sports major—great physique and good looks. Most importantly, he was young.

Amara was always especially generous when she pursued someone—just like when she'd pursued me back then.

She bought Callum