01

On the day of our engagement party, my fiancé, Luke Gilbert, walked out on me for the fake heiress again.

"Sandra, Alison's stomach cramps are acting up, and I need to take care of her. Let's push our engagement party to another day."

Looking at that careless little text from Luke, I suddenly laughed.

These past five years.

I'd lost count of how many times he'd abandoned me for Alison Pruitt.

I picked up my phone and sent Luke a message: "Today is our engagement party. Are you sure you want to walk out on me to go look after Alison Pruitt?"

I waited a full ten minutes. The screen lit up again and again, but no new message ever came.

His last social post was from three days ago, and it was the hotel address for our engagement party.

"Save the date, everyone, and witness the union of Luke and Sandra Pruitt."

Back then, everyone said we were a perfect match, made for each other.

I'd thought so too. That all my patience had finally paid off.

Now, it just seemed laughable.

I picked up my phone, took a screenshot of Luke's text, and posted it to the family group chat.

Then I typed a line: "Let's turn the engagement party into a broken-engagement party!"

1

Not long after I sent the message, Luke's parents came rushing over.

Olivia Gilbert grabbed my hand, her face flushed dark red.

She scolded Luke over and over for being so foolish, then turned to order her assistant to bring him back at once.

"Sandy, don't be upset. Luke's just spoiled because we let him get away with too much. Don't worry, in my heart you're the only daughter-in-law I'll ever accept..."

I pulled my hand back and smiled, my voice so calm it surprised even me. "Ma'am, there's no need to bring him back. He's already chosen to go take care of Alison Pruitt, so there's no reason to hold this engagement together anymore."

Olivia froze, as if she'd never expected such a final answer from me, the gentle, sensible girl she thought she knew.

Will Gilbert frowned and sighed, his tone edged with coaxing. "Sandy, Luke really was in the wrong here, and we'll apologize on his behalf. Let's talk it through slowly later. Even if you won't do it for us, you should think about the Pruitt family's reputation..."

I paused and glanced toward the ballroom.

The Pruitts had spent half a year preparing this engagement party, inviting nearly every prominent name in Havenport.

If the engagement really fell apart today, the Pruitt family would indeed lose face.

But so what?

It was better than marrying in and watching my own husband abandon his home and family for another woman, day after day.

I met Will's gaze without giving an inch. "It's precisely because I want to protect the Pruitt family's reputation that I can't let a mistake go on. Otherwise the Pruitts will lose far more face down the road!"

"Well said!" At that moment, my father pushed the door open and walked in, patting my shoulder.

"A daughter of the Pruitt family doesn't swallow her pride to save appearances! This engagement is off today, and that's final!"

The moment he said it, Will's and Olivia's faces went a deep, mottled red.

Olivia opened her mouth to say more, when a commotion suddenly broke out beyond the door.

I raised an eyebrow and was about to send someone to check, when the door of the sitting room was shoved open with a bang.

There stood Luke, supporting an ashen-faced Alison, the two of them appearing in the doorway just like that.

2

The whole lounge went silent in an instant.

Only the music drifting in from the ballroom outside kept on, sticky and syrupy, and somehow that made it sound all the more mocking.

Alison leaned into Luke's arms, one slender white hand pressed to her stomach.

So frail she looked like a breath of wind could knock her over.

She lifted her eyes to me, a film of tears over them, her voice thin as a mosquito's whine. "Sandy, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to ruin your engagement party with Luke, I just hurt so badly I couldn't stand it, so I..."

As she spoke, she shrank a little deeper into Luke's arms.

As if I were the one about to bully her.

Luke tightened his arms around her at once and pulled her close.

When he raised his head to look at me, his brows were knotted hard.

"Sandra, Ali isn't feeling well, there's no way I could just leave her on her own. What did you mean by all those things you said in the group chat? The guests are still out there. Can't you stop throwing a tantrum?"

Watching him stand there so righteous, I nearly laughed out loud.

Throwing a tantrum?

He'd left me alone at our engagement party, and somehow he thought I was the one throwing a tantrum?

Before I could open my mouth, my father stepped in front of me first, jabbing a finger at Luke's face. "Luke, you say it plainly. Who exactly is causing a scene here today? You leave a hall full of guests behind and go running off to drag this stray girl over here, and you've still got the nerve to say my Sandy is throwing a tantrum? You think the Pruitt family has no one to stand up for her?"

"Dad!" Alison's eyes reddened all at once, tears spilling down.

"I know you don't like me, that you hate my mother for switching me and my sister back then. But I still lived in the Pruitt house for eighteen years... How can you call me a stray girl... And... I really did hurt so much I couldn't bear it, that's the only reason I called Luke over. I never wanted to steal my sister's fiancé..."

She sobbed until she could barely catch her breath, her shoulders jerking with it.

It cut Luke to the heart, and he shielded her tighter still.

His eyes went cold as they turned to me. "Sandra, get your father under control. Today was just an accident. How can he say something so cruel? Ali's in this much pain and she still insisted on coming to apologize to you. Can't you give her a little room?"

The words had barely left Luke's mouth when my father let out a snort of a laugh.

"Give her room? The Pruitt family poured our hearts into raising her for eighteen years, she took over what was rightfully my daughter's and stole her fiancé too, and now we're supposed to give her room? Luke, has that little schemer bewitched you clean out of your senses?"

3

The moment my father said that, Alison only cried harder.

She looked ready to faint, her lips trembling.

"Sandy, I really didn't—" she pleaded, eyes swimming with tears.

The way she looked at me, one more word about her wrongdoing and she'd collapse right there on the spot.

I stepped forward, out from behind my father.

My eyes went to the hand she had pressed to her stomach.

Honestly, with acting like that, it was a waste she hadn't gone into film.

I gave a small smile. "Stomach cramps, and yet you still managed to drag yourself here to apologize. Alison, you really are hard on yourself."

The second the words left my mouth, her tears stopped cold.

She hurried to explain, "Sandy, I only came because I wanted to say sorry to you in person. I pushed through the pain to be here. How could you think that of me... Is that really the kind of vicious woman I am, in your eyes?"

Luke jumped in at once, his brows knotted tight enough to crush a fly. "Sandra, Ali's in this state and you're still being snide? It's one engagement dinner. What's wrong with pushing it back? Do you really have to be this petty?"

His logic almost made me laugh, and in that instant whatever love I had left for him scattered for good.

"Just one engagement dinner?" I said coldly.

"Luke, easy for you to say. Do you have any idea that this stunt of yours has humiliated the entire Pruitt family?"

Before Luke could answer, Alison started trembling again.

Her voice went so faint it was almost lost. "It's all my fault... I'll leave right now. Luke, you stay... I can get to the hospital on my own..." And with that she moved to push away from him and head for the door.

But Luke couldn't bear to let her go alone. He pulled her back and held her tight.

His eyes went colder still when they turned to me. "Are you determined to make sure no one saves face today?"

"Me?" I twisted the corner of my mouth.

"From start to finish, it's the two of you shameless people causing this scene. Since you've got no one but Alison in your heart, then go and live your life with her. This engagement is off. I'm calling it off today."

Luke froze. Clearly he hadn't expected me, who had always done whatever he said, to call off the engagement so bluntly.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You sure?"

"I'm sure."

I met his gaze and said it plainly, one word at a time, without a shred of hesitation.

Five years of my youth thrown to the dogs was still better than a lifetime trapped in the mud.

His face darkened at once. He stared at me for a while, as if trying to make sure I wasn't just saying it in anger.

But my face stayed calm and unmoved. I didn't even furrow my brow.

The last trace of hope in his eyes slowly sank.

After a long moment, he pushed out one line. "Sandra, don't you regret this."

I smiled. "Don't worry, I definitely won't. And I hope you won't either."