Hearing Shawn's indifferent words, I instantly calmed down.

He then saw my luggage. Frowning, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing? We're getting engaged tomorrow."

I chuckled. "You still remember.”

Shawn frowned as he looked at me quizzically. He then realized I was not as enthusiastic as I usually was when he came home, nor was I fussing over him with concern like I used to.

Not knowing what was going through my head, he said angrily, "Sonia, I've told you many times. Stop speculating about Britney and me with dirty ideas. We..."

"You're close friends," I interrupted calmly and looked at him with a deadpan expression.

Shawn looked embarrassed for a moment.

I said, "You're close friends, so you can pick out each other's pajamas and underwear. You can also sleep in the same bed and be intimate with each other."

Shawn slapped me hard before I could finish speaking.

My head was buzzing, and the world blurred before me. I numbly touched my cheek, which quickly swelled.

Britney screamed, "Shawn! Why did you hit Sonia? You're getting engaged tomorrow!"

Shawn said in disgust, "She doesn't seem like she wants to get engaged."

Britney pursed her lips. Somewhat reluctantly, she held Shawn's hand and spoke coquettishly. "Sonia will be upset if you do this, and so will I. You know I've wanted to be your bride since I was little. If you don't get engaged, how can I be Sonia's bridesmaid?"

"Alright, I'll grant your wish." Shawn's doting voice sounded so harsh to me.

The next second, Shawn said indifferently to me, "Hurry and apologize to Britney, or I won't get engaged to you."

I grinned, and a thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of my mouth.

Looking at the adulterous couple in front of me, I trembled with hatred. I wondered how they had the nerve to say such things. I gritted my teeth and looked coldly at them. I asked, "Didn't Britney pass along my message? I don't want to marry you anymore."

The look in my eyes scared Britney, who hid behind Shawn and timidly pulled on his sleeve. She whispered, "Sonia is so mean! I feel like she wants to eat me alive!”

I had not eaten all day because of my wedding dress fitting, so my stomach was aching. My burns from the sauce and my cheek were in a lot of pain too.

I did not want to talk anymore, and all I wanted was to leave. I was afraid I might die if I stayed any longer.

Seeing Britney's scared expression, Shawn sneered as he glanced at me and said, "Sonia, you've been living off me for years. How can you survive without me? Britney, come on. I'll accompany you to pick out a gown. You'll be the most beautiful bridesmaid tomorrow."

After they left, I dragged my heavy feet to the door. As soon as I opened it, my vision went dark, and I fainted. I vaguely remembered seeing a panicked face before I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.

The smell of disinfectant was pungent, but it made me feel at ease for some reason.

A man was lying by my bedside, sleeping soundly as the sun shone on his face.

I moved my body carefully, but he still woke up immediately, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Seeing me awake, he said in surprise, "You're awake!"

I had an awful sore throat, and he immediately poured me a glass of water.

The guy scratched his head with a bright smile. "I'm your new upstairs neighbor. My name is Liam Young."

I thanked him. If he had not saved me, I probably would have died.

Liam had an honest smile. He scratched his head again and said sheepishly, "Thank goodness my supervisor didn't ask me to work overtime. I always take the stairs when I get home early."

Then, my phone rang. It was Shawn calling. He had called me many times while I was unconscious. I instinctively answered.

Shawn's voice came from the other end of the line. "Sonia, what games are you playing this time? There's a limit to throwing a tantrum. Don’t you know that today is our engagement day? You're embarrassing me by doing this!"

Britney softly comforted him, "Sonia, could you put aside whatever you're doing for now?"

My heart ached uncontrollably when I listened to Shawn's indifferent and ruthless words. I held my chest and listened to Shawn's accusations.

He blamed me for never considering the bigger picture and not being as considerate as Britney.

Shawn said, "I'll give you ten minutes. If you don't come over, you're no longer my fiancée. I never want to see you ever again.”

I laughed bitterly and replied indifferently, "Shawn, I'm in the hospital. I can't go over to you."

Shawn paused slightly on the other end of the line before answering coldly, "Sonia, you're using such a dirty trick to gain my attention. You really disgust me!"

I was stunned before laughing helplessly.

Shawn had always been this stubborn. He thought I was pretending. Even if I died in front of him, he would coldly remark that I was a good actress.

Our love had died at some point. I now knew that he no longer loved me, so I no longer wanted him.

I hung up and texted him: [Shawn, let's break up. You and Britney are the perfect pair. I'm stepping down. I wish you two happily ever after.]

He replied: [Fine! I hope you don’t regret this.]

That afternoon, I saw the news that Shawn and Britney were engaged and finally understood what he meant by, ‘I hope you don’t regret this.’ Watching them embrace each other affectionately, I felt bitter.

Britney also published a new post on her social media. She was wearing a white gown as she stood next to Shawn. The two of them were the perfect match, and their eyes were filled with love.

Britney captioned the post: [After chasing you for years, I can finally walk down the aisle with you. Even if it's just a dream, I can die without regrets now.]

Then, I saw Shawn's reply: [Silly girl! I'll always be here for you.]

When I saw Shawn's reply, my breath instantly grew erratic.

Over the following days, Britney's social media was filled with posts about her and Shawn's travels. The Shawn in the photos was a side of him I had never seen before.

It turned out Shawn could make time for other people—his world was not just about work. The key point was that I was not one of those special people to him.

My heart gradually grew numb. I knew it was time for me to leave.