On the Wedding Day, The Fiancé Proposed to His Mistress

The day my boyfriend Jaylon Patel and I had planned to register our marriage, he didn't show up.

His first love, Nadia Bernard, posted an absolutely stunning photo of herself in a wedding dress, and it went viral instantly.

Everyone was praising and celebrating the unique way the genius designer expressed his love!

One of Jaylon's friends mocked me deliberately, saying, "Now this is what a perfectly matched relationship looks like!"

I smiled, keeping my composure, and replied, "An even match in shamelessness? Of course, they're perfect for each other in that aspect!"

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On the day we were supposed to register our marriage, Jaylon never showed up.

I called him countless times but couldn't reach him.

It wasn't until I saw that trending video…

In the video, Jaylon was helping Nadia into a one-of-a-kind wedding dress.

I had seen that dress before. Jaylon had spent three years designing it, and there was only one like it in the world!

He had once told me that a creation full of love should be given to someone special.

And I always believed that someone was me. I waited for the day he would put that dress on me for our wedding.

But as it turned out, Nadia was the special one all along.

Jaylon lowered his head and kissed Nadia on the forehead. "Nadia, let today be our anniversary for watching the sea together. From now on, we'll watch the stars together in every corner of the world!"

She shyly leaned into his chest, with the endless ocean stretching behind them.

At that moment, my limbs went numb, like I had fallen into an ice cellar.

While I was waiting for Jaylon to register our marriage, he was off making eternal promises with his childhood sweetheart.

The way Jaylon gazed at Nadia in the video, full of deep affection, was completely different from how he ever looked at me.

I lowered my head, forcing back the sting in my nose, and shifted my gaze away from the screen. I couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

I called him again. This time, he picked up.

His voice sounded a little impatient. "Why are you calling me?"

In the background, there was a clear sound of noisy exclamations.

I ran my fingers over the two diamond rings I had bought for us and felt the bitterness well up in my chest.

Maybe I was the only woman who had to buy my wedding rings by myself.

I choked up, my voice trembling. "Where are you right now?"

"A client's outfit needs to be urgently tailored, and I'm in the studio working on it."

He must have stepped away from the crowd because the noise faded, and the line became quiet.

His voice was completely steady, as if he didn't feel guilty about lying at all.

I looked up at the wedding dress in the shop window and smiled in resignation.

"Jaylon, I'm letting you go. Let's break up."

"Aurora, what's with you now? Why are you acting crazy again?"

I shook my head with a bitter smile. "Congratulations, great designer. Your wedding dress, filled with all your devotion, has now been witnessed by the world."

Without waiting for his reply, I hung up the phone and headed home.

I didn't hesitate to toss the rings that had become an eyesore straight into the drain.

To hell with it all, him and that shameless woman.

I packed up my things and moved out of our apartment.

We had lived there for five years, and every corner was filled with happy memories. Standing in the entryway, I waved one last goodbye.

I headed to the address my colleague had sent me for the dorms. To take care of Jaylon, I had been commuting three hours on the subway every day while living in our apartment.

Every morning, I spent an hour making him breakfast just because he had stomach issues.

But he didn't care about his health, let alone the person who looked after it.

Once I moved into the company dorm, I unpacked, took a long shower, and slept soundly.

The next morning, my alarm woke me up, and then I found my phone flooded with messages.

"Aurora, where did you go? Are you still angry?

"I'm at the Courthouse. Where are you?

"You didn't even come back home? What are you trying to do?"

Jaylon still hadn't taken my words seriously, thinking it was just another tantrum.

I couldn't be bothered to reply, so I washed up and headed to work.

This had happened too many times before. It was so many, in fact, that I lost count.

The incident I remember most vividly was during a game at a party. Nadia had drawn the card for a dare to kiss someone, but Jaylon wouldn't let her kiss another man.

With a sweet smile, she said, "Then can I kiss you, Jaylon?"

Jaylon had been silent for a long time. I clutched his sleeve, begging him not to do it, but he still wrapped his arms around Nadia and whispered.

"Aurora, Nadia's family is strict. I'm afraid her parents won't spare her if she does, so I have no choice..."

How ridiculous. As if, with Jaylon around, her parents would magically approve of anything she did.

We had a big fight over it, but it changed nothing.

He said, "Nadia and I have long since transcended ordinary love."

After that, I never bothered him about his relationship with Nadia again.

Every time he chose Nadia, he'd send me whatever gift I had been wanting, like it was his way of making up for it.

As if those gifts could help me keep fooling myself into thinking Jaylon still cared about me, still loved me.

When you love someone, your eyes can filter out all the lies.

I had been lost in the fantasy I created for myself, unable to break free.

But now, I woke up.