He Left Me At Our Engagement

Chapter 2

His voice carried a hint of anger.

I stuffed a white cashmere sweater into my suitcase.

"Do you have to make a scene with me on a day like this? Can't you just be a little more understanding?"

I pulled the zipper shut with a sharp click.

"Say something!" He ordered me over the phone.

I stood up and looked at the empty wardrobe before slowly speaking, "What do you want me to say?"

The person at the other end of the line paused, his breathing briefly catching. He seemed used to my thoughtfulness and willingness to give in.

Even when we argued, I was always the one trying to prove how much he had hurt me. But this time, I didn't even bother asking him a single question in return.

"Avenelle, that man Nyra is going on a blind date with, is a con artist. That i***t, Nyra, didn't even bother checking his background before agreeing to marry him. If I don't step in, the rest of her life will be ruined!"

Callum's voice carried a strong sense of self-righteousness, as if he were doing the right thing.

"And then what?" I threw the toothbrush from the bathroom counter into the trash.

"What do you mean, 'and then'?"

My attitude seemed to irritate him.

"I don't want to see her get off easy. I want her to watch me. I want her to see just how happy I am."

He let out a cold laugh. "Avenelle, I'm doing this to get back at her. You've been with me for three years. Don't you even understand something that simple?"

I picked up a comb and slowly cleared the long strands of hair from the counter.

"I understand," I said.

Of course, I understood.

For the past three years, whenever Callum had abandoned me because of Nyra, he had always used the same excuse.

Nyra said she didn't have enough money to pay her rent. He arranged for a million dollars to be sent to her in the middle of the night, saying it was "like throwing money at a beggar, just to make her lower herself and beg."

Nyra drank so much at a bar that she suffered internal bleeding in her stomach. He left me alone with a fever of 39°C, ran three red lights on his way to the hospital, and claimed he wanted to "see her miserable state with his own eyes."

Today was no different. He was clearly going to rescue her from a terrible situation, yet he insisted on calling it the ultimate form of revenge.

How touching.

He was willing to ruin his own fiancée's engagement party just to teach his ex-girlfriend a lesson about life.

"Since you understand, then stop making a fuss." Callum's voice softened. "Once I finish taking care of things here, I'll take you tomorrow to buy the car you've always wanted."

"No need."

"What do you want now?" His voice turned cold again.

"Nothing." I picked up my suitcase by its handle. "You take care of your business. Don't worry about me."

Before he could respond, I hung up.

I swiped across the screen a few times and added his number to my block list.

When I dragged my suitcase to the front door, I stopped.

A velvet box sat on top of the shoe cabinet. He had placed it there himself that morning. Inside was a pink diamond ring.

While straightening my collar, he smiled and said, "Avenelle, this ring suits you perfectly. Wear it today and let everyone see how glamorous my wife, Callum Roskell's wife, can be."

I walked over, picked up the box, and opened it. The pink diamond sparkled beneath the hallway light, its brilliance almost blinding.

I took it out and placed it in a brown paper envelope along with the building access card and car keys he had given me over the past three years.

Then I sealed the envelope with tape and casually left it right in the center of the shoe cabinet.

The door lock let out a soft beep. I closed the door and left the place where I had lived for three years.

Downstairs, Kaiven's car was still parked by the roadside. When he saw me coming out with my suitcase, he immediately put out his cigarette and walked over to help me load my luggage into the trunk.

"Do you want to go to a hotel, or would you rather stay in the spare room at my place?" He didn't ask why I was leaving with my suitcase.

"Your place, please. A hotel would be inconvenient."

I got into the passenger seat.

The car pulled smoothly out of the residential complex. Streetlights cast alternating shadows and light across Kaiven's profile.

"Avenelle," he suddenly said.

"Hmm?"

"Have you really let him go this time?" His fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

I turned to look out the window. The familiar yet unfamiliar streets slipped past.

"I have."

Kaiven silently tightened his grip on my hand. I knew he had waited for me for many years.

This time, I didn't want to let down someone who truly cared about me.