When My Groom Marries Another

There's a ten-car collision on the highway, and I'm trapped in one of ten. For some reason, none of the ambulances can get to us.

I desperately call my boyfriend to ask for help. I expect him to immediately come to my rescue, but he merely snaps at me. "Yvette didn't even make a sound when she sliced her finger. Couldn't you have just dodged when the accident happened? You're not crippled or anything! Stop being so childish at your age!"

He doesn't want me to disturb him anymore, so he blocks my number. Fortunately, a kind soul saves me and takes me to the hospital. I survive the ordeal.

When I leave the hospital, I see a breaking news report on the screen in the lobby.

"Love exists in the world! Mr. Fenton spends a fortune to gather the city's ambulances to save his true love when she slices her finger!"

The news report makes my heart ache. I pull out the ring I was going to use for my proposal and throw it away without hesitation.

Henry Fenton and I have been together for 14 years, but I don't want the relationship anymore.

The cold wind pierced through my skin. I instinctively wrapped my damp clothes tighter around my body. As I exhaled, my breath turned into fog. I couldn't help but shiver from the freezing temperatures.

I had just gotten home when I received a video call from Mom. I answered the call and immediately spoke before she could say anything.

"I changed my mind, Mom. Don't promote Henry to the director of the company."

She looked shocked. "What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing much. He's just marrying someone else."

I noticed how pale my complexion was from the camera. I smiled resignedly.

In order to ensure that Henry had a successful career, I utilized my family's connections and resources to provide him with countless opportunities. Thanks to my help, he managed to become a manager within three years of joining the company.

I even begged Mom to appoint him as the director so he could fulfill his dreams. Mom had agreed to my request.

I was planning to surprise him with the news after we got married. However, I had decided that he didn't deserve it.

I happened to run into Henry Fenton and Yvette Samson when I got home. Henry was holding a wedding dress up to Yvette to see how it'd look on her. He looked overjoyed. It seemed that he couldn't wait to marry the woman before him.

When he heard the door open, he turned around. Our eyes met for a brief moment before he looked away.

"Yvette feels like having your slow-cooked ribs for dinner. Do prepare it right this instant," he instructed. He had always treated me like I was a household maid.

Yvette looked sickly, but I caught her smiling mockingly. Her smile felt sinister. I hated it.

"Thank you, Natasha," she chirped.

I ignored their request. Instead, I walked