I proposed to my pregnant girlfriend, but she looked at me like I was dirt beneath her shoes.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I won’t let a child tie me down, and I sure as hell won’t spend my life with a broke loser like you.”

I had never imagined that the woman I had loved for so many years could be so shallow, so cold.

Before I could utter a word about my finances, she snatched her luggage and walked out without so much as a glance back.

…

The next time I laid eyes on her was at a business dinner.

She was crying, clinging to her husband, an aging man at least twice her age, wailing that I had been stalking her.

Her so-called husband turned to me with a smug grin and said, “I’m about to close a deal with the richest man in the country. You’d better drop to your knees and apologize now or get ready to cry later.”

At that, I smiled. Then, without a word, I pulled out my phone, made a call, and said calmly, “This deal is off.”

——

1

I held up a custom diamond ring and knelt on one knee, my eyes fixed on Blair Bellemont with quiet hope.

“Marry me. I’ll love you and the baby forever. I will…”

Before I could finish, Blair frowned with visible irritation. She snatched the ring from my hand and scoffed coldly.

“Lol. You’re proposing with a fake diamond ring?”

“If you’d at least bought a real one that matched your supposed status, maybe I’d have thought better of you. But this? What is it, some cheap knockoff the size of a quail egg?”

I stood frozen. The woman who had always appeared gentle and sweet was gone. Her mocking tone cut deeper than any blade.

Still, I convinced myself it was just the pregnancy. Hormones could change a person, right?

So I smiled and tried to explain that the ring was real.

But Blair didn’t even let me speak. “What’s with that stupid grin? Who are you trying to fool? Forget the proposal; I’m not marrying you.”

“You’re not marrying me?” My voice cracked. “But we’ve been together for so many years. And you’re carrying my child…”

I was growing anxious, but Blair only laughed harder, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Who says getting pregnant means I have to get married?”

“Have you looked in the mirror? Do you really think I’d marry someone like you and actually have your child? I only dated you because you were easy to flaunt, decent-looking, and obedient like a dog. Sure, you only make a few tens of thousands a month, but at least you spent every cent on me.”

“But dating? That’s just for fun. Marriage? That’s a whole different game.”

With a toss of her hair, she let out another smug, scornful laugh.

“Oh, and by the way, I had the baby aborted yesterday.”

“Did you honestly think I’d let a pregnancy chain me to some broke loser? Raise a bunch of little nobodies and live a miserable life forever? Not a chance.”

2

Blair was always calculating, a master of mind games. She liked to test me, to see if my love was real or if I’d obey her every whim like some loyal dog.

Once, she returned from a business trip and deliberately left a pair of men’s slippers by the bed just to see if I’d get jealous. Another time, she called her best friend and pretended to be talking to a man, calling him “darling” while watching my reaction from the corner of her eye.

So when she told me she had aborted the baby, I thought it was just another test. If I got angry, she’d accuse me of treating her like a walking womb. If I looked relieved, she’d say I was dodging responsibility.

So I smiled.

“Blair, stop it. There’s no way you’d do that. You’re just testing me again, aren’t you? Seeing whether I’d lose it or not?”

“Come on, don’t mess with me. I love you. This ring…”

Blair cut me off again, her voice cold and merciless. “Alright, drop the act. First, yes, I really did get rid of the baby. Second, all those little ‘tests’ you thought I was playing? They weren’t tests at all. I used them to flip the story and make myself look like the victim so I could blame you and still come out clean.”

What?

I stood frozen, every inch of me stiff with shock.

“Yes,” she said, catching the look in my eyes and nodding with smug certainty. “I never saw you as someone I’d grow old with. You were just a placeholder, someone to string along until someone better came along. And now that I’ve found a real man, someone rich enough to give me everything I want, I don’t need you anymore.”

She let out a cruel scoff. “And by the way, whoever told you the baby was even yours? Did you forget we used protection every single time? Did it never once occur to you to question it?”

My mind spun, buzzing with a blank, numbing silence. Blair’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

“So honestly,” she said, her tone mockingly sweet, “I’m doing you a favor. You should be thanking me for ending it now. Better to know the truth today than wake up old and grey, only to realize your so-called son and grandson were never yours to begin with.”

3

I couldn’t find the words. My knees gave way, and I collapsed onto the floor, helplessly watching as Blair packed her things in silence. The home we had shared for three years was being emptied, piece by piece, like our memories meant nothing.

Only when her silhouette faded through the doorway did the truth finally hit me; this wasn’t a nightmare. It was real—all of it.

I had known Blair for five years. Loved her just as long. And yet, I had never imagined that the woman I’d held each night, the one I trusted with my heart, wasn’t even worthy of being called human.

It was almost laughable. I had fallen for her the moment I laid eyes on her, convinced that no one else could ever compare.

For her, I cut ties with my parents and moved out with nothing but belief in her and in us. Every single day, I worked myself to the bone. Nearly every cent I earned went straight into her hands.

But I did it all willingly because I truly believed she deserved the world.

I had never wanted to burden her with my family’s background, so I kept it to myself. As the years passed, my love for her only grew stronger. There were countless times I’d thought about telling her the truth about everything.

But every time I so much as hinted at it, Blair would cut me off with that same cold impatience.

“I already told you, I don’t care what your family’s like. Stop bringing it up. I’m dating you, not your family.”

“If you keep talking about this, I swear I’ll get mad and ignore you.”

Back then, I was foolish enough to believe it meant she didn’t care about material things. But today, I saw it clearly for what it was, she just didn’t want to hear that my family might be poor. To her, that would’ve meant a life of struggle. A future too small for someone with standards like hers.

At that thought, I let out a long, bitter sigh. Maybe it was better to know now than to keep living in a lie.

Once my head cleared, I picked up my phone and dialed my assistant.

“Cancel everything: the estate I asked you to buy, the wedding dress, the diamond-studded Bentley, and every single thing. Just cancel it all.”

“And book the private jet. I need to leave the country for a while.”

4

Half a year later, I finally returned home. I had clawed my way out of the black hole of betrayal, and my parents, seeing that I’d finally seen through Blair’s true colors, breathed a long-awaited sigh of relief. They believed the ordeal had tempered me and made me wiser. Without a second thought, they handed me the reins to the family business and told me to take some time to enjoy life abroad.

Not long after I landed, my assistant whisked me straight to a social gala. I adjusted my cufflinks, straightened my suit, and walked in.

I hadn’t even taken two full steps when Blair suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me aside.

It had been six long months since I last laid eyes on her. But time hadn’t been kind. She looked far more worn than I remembered. Even beneath layers of heavy makeup, the dark circles under her eyes betrayed the truth she was trying to cover.

It seemed that the past six months hadn’t been kind to her either.

When she caught me staring, Blair flared up in an instant.

“You broke loser! You’ve been stalking me, haven’t you? You didn’t contact me for half a year, and I actually thought you’d moved on. Who knew you were secretly watching me all this time!”

“Now that I’ve caught you red-handed, let’s see how you explain yourself!”

I let out a cold laugh. “You were the one who dragged me aside first. How exactly am I stalking you? This isn’t your house; you’re allowed to be here, but I’m not?”

Blair rolled her eyes with a look of disdain. “No, it’s not my house. But this is a high-class social event. Someone like you, some pathetic, poor excuse of a man, would never get invited.”

I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Then how did you get in?”

“Me? Obviously, I’m here with my dear husband. That’s right, I’m officially a rich man’s wife now. My husband’s a successful entrepreneur; he makes more in a single day than you make in a whole year! These kinds of events are routine for us.”

“See this? It’s my wedding ring, which my husband gave to me. Isn’t it a thousand times better than that glass one you gave me when you proposed?”

5

I glanced at the ring and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t pointed it out. That tiny little speck of a diamond? If you dropped it on the ground, no one would even bother to pick it up.”

“Don’t you remember? Any diamond under one carat is just considered diamond dust; it’s worth almost nothing. Wasn’t that what your favorite celebrity once said? Funny how you’ve forgotten her words now.”

Blair’s face drained of color. “What do you know? This is a real diamond! Besides, what would a broke guy like you understand? This ring’s clearly over one carat!”

We had broken up long ago, and she was already married, so I no longer felt the need to hold back. I spoke directly, “The ring I gave you back then was a real diamond, too. You just didn’t recognize it.”

Even though I was telling the truth, Blair didn’t seem to believe a word of it. She let out a dramatic laugh, and powder visibly flaked off her thick makeup.

“I remember you used to be so grounded, so realistic. What happened? Did being dumped turn you into some delusional bragger?”

“But let me remind you, Wren, I know exactly where you come from. You’re just a regular guy from a modest, middle-class family. Don’t think talking big makes you rich.”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get out of here now and never show your face in front of me again. Otherwise…”

I cut her off mid-threat, my voice sharp. “Otherwise, what?”

Back when we were together, I always gave in to her. So the change in my tone and attitude clearly caught her off guard.

“Otherwise…” she hissed, her expression contorted with rage, “don’t blame me for throwing away all our past feelings and making sure you’re ruined, never to recover!”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, completely unmoved by her empty threats. Turning to walk toward the banquet hall, I felt her hand clamp onto my arm.

“Security! Security!” she screamed, her voice shrill.

6

The guards stationed at the entrance rushed over as soon as they heard the commotion.

Before they could say a word, Blair stomped her foot in frustration.

“What kind of security is this? You let a loser like him in? He was harassing me; why haven’t you thrown him out yet? If you don’t deal with this, I’m going straight to my husband, and all of you can start looking for new jobs!”

The guard glanced at me, scanning me from head to toe. He clearly didn’t recognize me, but still tried to reason politely.

“Miss, everyone inside has an invitation. Maybe this is just a misunderstanding?”

Blair’s frown deepened, clearly surprised that I had managed to secure an invitation.

“Well, well… Wren, I didn’t expect you to get your hands on one. What did you do, steal it from a rideshare client while driving their car?”