Ch. Chapter 7 Three months before our wedding, my fiancé Ryan posted on Instagram Chapter 7

  Chapter 7                                   “I’m not blaming you for not preparing a birthday party for me this year. Are you still upset about that slap?” 

“Can’t you learn to be kind and forgiving like Chloe?” 

I read it with a cold laugh. 

What kind of birth mother would say such things? 

It was ruining my appetite. 

I promptly blocked her number. 

My phone had barely been quiet for a moment when Ryan called. 

“Where are you? Stop being difficult and hurry over. Otherwise people will think your mom and Chloe did something to make you skip your own mother’s birthday party.” 

I replied flatly: “We’ve broken up. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to go.” 

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He caught my implied meaning and laughed. “Come on! That thing with your adopted sister was just a joke! How could you take it seriously? You’re the only one I like.” 

“Whether you like me or not doesn’t matter to me anymore.” 

“Aria Young, who do you think you are?” Ryan snatched the phone from his friend and spoke coldly. “Break up if you want. You’ll be the one regretting it.” 

I listened expressionlessly, about to hang up. 

Suddenly his tone softened. “Aria, how can you be so heartless? Leaving just like that, breaking up just like that…” 

If this had happened before, I definitely would have softened when he spoke to me gently like this. 

No matter how badly he treated me, I would have easily forgiven him. 

But now, I was revoking that privilege. 

So I hung up the phone indifferently and deleted the contact information for all his friends. 

From now on, we would go our separate ways, never to meet again. 

Sean, Sophie and I chatted for a while longer outside the bar. 

Sophie wanted to take a cab home by herself. 

She said she didn’t want to be a third wheel. 

But she had been drinking, and it was so late. How could I let her go alone? 

So we drove her home first. 

After she left, only Sean and I remained in the car. 

The enclosed space and ambiguous atmosphere 

Made the temperature rise steadily. 

My head, already fuzzy from drinking, felt even dizzier. 

He inched closer to me bit by bit. 

I bit my lip shyly, not knowing what to do. 

“Aria, my Aria…” 

His breath enveloped me as his warm lips gently brushed the corner of my mouth. 

Full of cherishment and love. 

I was so nervous my palms were sweating. 

My heart pounded like a rabbit’s. 

“I’m afraid this is all a dream, that I’ll wake up and find it was all fake.” 

He pressed his forehead against mine. 

I could feel his fear and sadness. 

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