Harry Hartman, my boyfriend gave his first love a sparkling diamond ring, but at the engagement party of us, he gave me a can pull ring.

I didn't take it and he accused me of not being sensible.

"I've known Samantha for many years, so I gave her a random gift, nothing else."

"How can you get engaged to me if you didn't take your ring? You're making a big fuss out of nothing. You really can't get engaged to me."

I backed out of the engagement on the spot, but then he immediately pulled his first love to get engaged to him.

Three years later, I happened to meet him at a birthday party of the richest man's son.

He was an up-and-coming man, a spotlight, in the investment circle. Once he airlifted 99,999 roses to please his fiancée, causing a stir throughout the city.

So as soon as he and his fiancé stepped into the ballroom, almost all eyes were on them.

Seeing me, disheveled and crouching down on the floor picking up something, he mocked me.

"Lorelei, when you complained about me using a can pull ring as a ring, you didn't expect today to come, did you?"

"Now, even if you kneel down in front of me and beg me, just dream on -- you go back to me."

I ignored him. Today was my son's birthday and I had to quickly pick up the family photo puzzle that had accidentally fallen on the floor and give it to my son.

If I was too late to go, he was going to cry again.

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In the ballroom, as soon as Harry appeared with Samantha Hyatt, who was wearing an haute couture dress, everyone gathered around them.

The eyes of the rich ladies fixed on Samantha with envy.

"Mr. Hartman, I heard, you specially airlifted 99,999 roses from Syldavia for your fiance. That's really thoughtful of you."

"Most of the companies you’ve invested in over the past few years have been successfully listed. I'm afraid no one can compare to you except the richest man in Caspian."

"Oh, he’s such a young and promising and he loves you so much. You should be happy to be Ms. Hartman."

Samantha leaned shyly in Harry's arms and responded to them, "We're not married yet, so I'm not Ms. Hartman yet."

Harry looked at her with love and concern and explained to them.

"We're still young, so we're not in a hurry to get married. I've already told her, I won't marry anyone else but her in this life."

The praise around me made my thoughts drift back to three years ago.

The moment proposed to me, he put his arm around my shoulder, showing off and declaring to our friends.

"Listen up, guys! I'll marry Lorelei in this life. If the person I marry is not her, you guys shouldn't come to the wedding."

Listening to his promise, my eyes unconsciously turned red and teary.

It was the first time someone proposed to me, full of confidence and enthusiasm.

I thought Harry loved me.

I didn't expect him to be eager to get engaged to his first love as soon as I broke off the engagement.

The vows Harry and Samantha made at the engagement party made me feel like… I was an obstacle to their love.

Without me, they should have gotten married and had children a long time ago. How could they have dragged their feet because of their youth?

Besides, the two of them were almost thirty years old.

Just then, a young wealthy lady accidentally stepped on me.

"Who are you? This is not the place where you pick up scraps!"

I spent three days in the studio catching up on my drawings, with my hair disheveled and even my body covered in various colors of paint, I really didn't fit in with the people around me.

I hastened to explain.

"I'm not a scrap picker, I'm the hostess today. I accidentally dropped something."

She shot me a disgusted look.

"Still a mental illness! Waiter, hurry up and get her out!"

Her loud voice caught the attention of the guests around her.

Harry glanced at me casually, then stared at me closely, approaching slowly with a puzzled look on his face.

"Lorelei?"

Feronica Rowand looked at him in surprise.

"Mr. Hartman, you know her?"

Harry suppressed his expression and spoke in an indifferent voice.

"A high school classmate, but I wasn't close to her."

Just then, he put his arm around Samantha's shoulder and chatted with others, as if I was just an unfamiliar classmate.

The waiter came over, taking advantage of the situation and reaching out to grab my arm.

"Leave! Don't dirty the ballroom!" He warned.

Too lazy to explain, I broke free from his hand and lowered my head to speed up my movements.

"If it gets dirty, I'll arrange for someone to clean it up. You'd better not touch me or you'll be responsible for the consequences."

The waiter seemed to have heard a huge joke.

"Responsible for the consequences? You sick?"

"Do you know what this place is? This carpet, this crystal glass, if dirty it a little, you won't be able to pay for it even if you sell it."

"Stop talking nonsense here and get out of here!"

He reached out and pulled me.

"Enough!"

Harry approached expressionlessly and stared at me coldly, asking, "How much can you sell these for? I'll give them to you. Don't try to show off in front of me!"

How did I try to show off in front of him?

I frowned at him.

"No, you misunderstood."

Sneered and condescended, as he looked at me.

"Stop acting! You used to act pitiful, but now you can't fool me."

He took Samantha's hand and held it in front of me.

"The one and only girl I love is Samantha, so stop appearing and catching my attention, it's useless!"

Samantha embraced his arm and intimately leaned against him.

"You regret it, right, Lorelei? But too bad, you heard it yourself, I'm the one and only girl in his heart and we'll get married soon. I hope you won't come and disturb us anymore."

I fixed my gaze on them and said with a sincere and firm tone.

"I wish you both a long and happy life together."

I, then, lowered my head and pieced the puzzle together.

"Lorelei! What do you want? Money? Okay, I'll transfer it to you." His tone implied anger. He lowered his head and operated his phone quickly.

"Is fourteen thousand dollars enough? Twenty-eight thousand dollars?"

I gave him a cold glance.

"No need."

Harry stopped his fingers and sneered.

"Too little?"

Soon, he took out a check from his pocket and handed it to me.

"Fill in as much as you want and don't show up in front of me again!"

"I love Samantha from the start to the end. I was just too foolish to get engaged to you and not to realize my own feelings. I was grateful, your departure awakened me."

"We're living a happy life now and I hope you can find a suitable person to start over."

I never realized he was so narcissistic before.

I had thrown away the feelings, the relationship, long ago from my life.

I glanced at the check in his hand, didn't take it.

"I don't lack money."

Harry stared at me with a smug.

"Still showing off to have a lot of money? But look how poor and pathetic you are, picking up scraps on the floor."

I sighed helplessly, too lazy to explain to him.

"We broke up a long time ago, how I relate to you, right?"

"Also, I really don't lack money, so stop giving me money and being interested in my life."

He couldn't even compare to my husband, yet he still supported me. How ridiculous!

Harry raised his eyebrows at me, his gaze full of sarcasm.

"Wait, don't get me wrong, transferring the money to you is nothing more than pitying you. I've lost interest in you for a long time."

He looked at my clothes covered in paint and slowly clenched his fingers into fists.

"Anyway, you shouldn't give up on yourself for me and make yourself look pathetic. I hope you can take the money and start over," said Samantha, taking his arm and acting understanding.

"Harry, she was the one who broke off the engagement, no one forced her. She has become what she is today entirely because of her own fault, not yours."

She turned to look at me and added. "Lorelei, if you don't mind, I can arrange a suitable dress and jewelry for you and you can stay today."

"I heard, Mr. and Ms. Guerreiro are very kind, so they shouldn't mind."

"And look! A lot of excellent men here, if someone falls in love with you, you won't have to worry about living expenses in your life."

Harry looked at me sarcastically. "Her? I'd rather have a pig than her."

A burst of laughter rang out around me at these words.

I was a bit displeased and my tone intensified a bit.

"I'm already married."

Harry was stunned. "Already married?"

But then suddenly burst out laughing.

"You can even make up such a lie to attract my attention."

"When you complained about me using a can pull ring as a ring, you didn't expect today to come, did you?"

"Now, even if you kneel down in front of me and beg me, just dream on you go back to me."

I was speechless.

After so many years, he still held on to this matter.

He and Samantha were childhood sweethearts. Every gift he gave me and Samantha were the same.

Sometimes even better than mine.

Every time I questioned him, he would say, "We have been friends for many years, what's wrong with giving a gift?"

Until he took out a can pull ring in public at the engagement party.

"I've been a bit busy lately and haven't had time to buy a ring, so I'll use this for now."

Samantha, who was standing aside, was loudly showing off the ten-carat diamond ring he gave her to the people around her.

Angry and disappointed, I broke off the engagement on the spot.

But he accused me of not being sensible.

More ridiculous, I still foolishly waited for him to coax me.

As long as he lowered his head, I recognized the ring as an engagement ring.

Later, a video Samantha sent, completely made me give up.

I stared into his eyes and said word by word.

"I never thought of coming back to you, not now, not in the future and please don't bother me anymore."

His face darkened.

"Haven't you had enough of playing hard to get?"

Just before I could give him a response, Samantha shook his arm.

"Alright, Harry, the party is about to begin. Don't offend Mr. Guerreiro because of her."

She whispered in his ear.

"We're here today to propose a cooperation with Mr. Guerreiro, don't miss out on important things."

Harry made a move to pull me. "I'll take you to change your clothes first."

I had so many couture dresses to wear, so why did I need them to give me one?

I wasn't in the mood to play the rescue game with them.

I dodged his hand and put the last piece of the puzzle back in place.

"No need."

I stood up, about to leave, when Harry suddenly reached out and knocked the puzzle out of my hand.

His face darkened and he muttered to me.

His face darkened and he shouted in a low voice:

"Enough, Lorelei, this is not the place for you to mess around."

Looking at the puzzle I had worked so hard to put together turned into ruin again, a surge of anger surged in my heart.

I pushed him hard and scolded.

"Harry, you sick? You know what this is?"

Perhaps, he didn't expect me to be so angry. He froze for a moment and unconsciously tried to grab my hand.

Samantha threw a resentful gaze to me and said in annoyance.

"Lorelei, today is the birthday party of Mr. Guerreiro's son, do you want to ruin the party?"

Someone in the crowd chimed in.

"Mr. Guerreiro loves his son as much as his life. If the birthday party is ruin because of you, it might implicate a group of people."

"Look how kind-hearted Mr. and Ms. Hartman are! This crazy woman is so ungrateful and unsensible!"

"Waiter, quickly drive her away and clean up the garbage on the floor!"

The waiter grabbed my hand and dragged me out.

"Get out of here now! You will only cause a big problem for our hotel."

I struggled hard. "Let me go and give me my puzzles back!"