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Content：
I think Micah Walker is the love of my life.
I fight hard within my family to secure a grand wedding with him.
My parents plan to launch a multi-million-dollar jewelry line called True Love on our wedding day.
But seven days before the wedding, Micah tells me he has to marry his first love first to honor her late mother’s last wish—then marry me afterward.
He says impatiently, “For Ariana’s filial duty, everything else can be sacrificed. If you can’t let go of that money, then go marry someone else right now!”
Turns out, in his world, I and everything I have built were always expendable—just some obstacles standing between him and his precious first love.
I turn away and call my brother. “Kyle, keep the wedding as planned. Just find me a new groom.”
Chapter 1
On the day I was supposed to try on wedding dresses, I waited downstairs at Micah Walker’s company for what felt like forever before he finally strolled out at a lazy pace.
As soon as he got into the car, he tossed a necklace at me. “Ariana asked me to give you this. You embarrassed her at the funeral yesterday. You should apologize when you get the chance.”
I glanced at the necklace. It was a complimentary gift that came with a luxury purchase. I had seen it sitting in his online shopping cart just days ago.
“I don’t want it,” I said calmly.
Micah frowned. “What’s your problem now? You caused a scene at the funeral, claiming I wasn’t her fiance.
“You humiliated her in front of everyone, and she didn’t even make a fuss. She even thought of getting you a gift, and this is how you act?”
The man who once defended me so fiercely was gone. Now, he cared only about someone else. Frustrated, Micah rolled down the window to let in some air.
After a long silence and seeing that I wasn’t trying to smooth things over like I used to, he muttered, “Forget it. I’m going with you to try on the wedding dresses today. I won’t argue with you.”
It was the first time he had backed down this entire year.
When we arrived at the bridal boutique, a sales associate greeted us with a smile. “Mr. Walker, Ms. Preston, your custom order of twenty gowns and suits is ready for fitting.”
But Micah’s eyes weren’t on the outfits. He was staring down at his phone, his brows drawn tight with urgency.
Noticing my gaze, he quickly put his phone away and gave me an apologetic look. “Skylar, something’s happened with Ariana. I need to go to her right away. You can try the wedding dresses on your own, and pick a suit for me while you’re at it. I trust your taste.”
Before I could say anything, he rushed outside and flagged down a cab, leaving me standing there alone.
One of the sales associates stepped forward, hesitant. “Ms. Preston, will you be selecting the groom’s suit as well?”
I looked away from the glass door and nodded.
The suit definitely needed to be chosen—just not for Micah. After all, the groom had changed.
I took out my phone and made a call. “Kyle, the wedding goes on. But I need you to find me a new groom.”
My brother was stunned. “You’re calling off the engagement?”
“No. He’s the one getting married to someone else,” I replied with a bitter smile.
To be with Micah, I fought through endless family objections and hurdles before finally earning my parents’ approval. My parents even planned the launch of the “True Love” jewelry line to coincide perfectly with our wedding day.
And now, it was all for nothing.
My brother was silent for a long time before he finally said, “There’s only one person I can think of—Elijah. His family’s been pushing him to settle down. He’s actively looking for someone.”
I frowned slightly. Elijah Middleton and I had been rivals for years. On the day I got engaged, he even joked that my perfect wedding dream would crash and burn.
Now, his words had become reality.
Time was running out, and I was out of options. I said, “Alright. Reach out to him. If he says no, I’ll figure something else out.”
My brother blurted out without thinking, “No need to ask. He’ll definitely say yes.”
“What?” I was about to question him further, but he mumbled something incoherent and hung up before I could get another word in.
After choosing the wedding dresses, I got in the car and headed home. I assumed Micah wouldn’t come back tonight. But just before dinner, I saw him walk through the door.
He strode over with a takeout box in hand.
“I drove all over the city to get this for you. Late-night bites from Stardust Diner.”
I looked down at the ravioli inside. There were three fewer than usual, and one of them had an obvious bite mark. It had already been tasted.
Half an hour earlier, I saw Ariana Thompson’s Instagram post. The photo featured the same food that was now in my hands.
“My darling brought me late-night munchies even when he’s busy. Love him so much!”
I set the fork down and gave him a bitter smile. My appetite disappeared in an instant.
“I’m not hungry. Just throw it out.”
Micah looked visibly irritated but restrained himself. He sat down beside me with a tired sigh.
“You have no idea how much Ariana went through today. My parents showed up at her place and berated her for coming from a family with no money.
“They said she couldn’t even afford a decent wedding gift. She was so stressed, she ended up in tears.”
He paused, then added, “Ariana just moved back here. She’s short on money. I was thinking… we could transfer the wedding gifts your family prepared to her instead.”
His tone left no room for argument, and something about it made my stomach churn.
I turned toward him, my voice thick with sarcasm. “So now I’m supposed to provide the wedding gifts for your wife?”
Chapter 2
There was a time when I cared deeply about Micah. As long as he asked, I would have given him anything. I would have done anything for him.
But now, he was the one who woke me up.
Looking back, ever since Ariana returned from abroad, everything he did revolved around her. He had forgotten that I was supposed to be the one standing beside him for the rest of his life.
My response clearly upset him. He snapped, “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re not willing? You’d better get this straight—Ariana is my closest friend. You’d better keep her happy, or I won’t marry you!”
He slammed the door behind him and stormed out. Frustrated and emotionally drained, I went downstairs and headed to the park for a run.
I had barely finished one lap when my phone rang. It was Elijah.
Elijah’s ever-serious face flashed in my mind. I hesitated for a moment, then picked up the call. “You’re on my ship now, which means you’re mine. Try running, and I’ll personally drag you back.”
That was Elijah’s opening line—bold, unapologetic, and straight to the point.
I stayed quiet, unsure what to say. Then, he added, “Send me your ID. Let’s get the marriage certificate. I don’t trust you not to back out.”
Something about Elijah wasn’t right.
In my mind, I had already imagined a thousand ways he might use this marriage to torment me. And yet, all I could say was, “See you at the wedding, Mr. Middleton.”
The second I said it, I heard a voice behind me. “You’re inviting Elijah to our wedding? I won’t allow it.”
Micah was suddenly standing right there, staring at me like I had just betrayed him.
“Skylar, didn’t I make it clear? I told you to stay away from Elijah. He’s not simply being friendly—he has feelings for you. If you insist on inviting him to our wedding, don’t blame me if I walk away for good.”
I hadn’t even said a word before he threw down that threat.
Micah had always disliked Elijah with an almost irrational hostility. When we first started dating, he even got jealous over how often Elijah and I argued over text on WhatsApp. Eventually, I stopped talking to Elijah altogether.
But now he was accusing Elijah of having feelings for me?
I was just about to press him for answers when Ariana suddenly leaned against Micah’s shoulder, tilting her head like she was about to faint.
“Micah… That hurt. You’re holding too tight…” It was only then that I noticed they were holding hands, fingers tightly interlocked, strolling through the park like a couple.
Micah cleared his throat awkwardly but made no move to let go of her hand. Ariana looked at him with a softness that made my stomach churn.
Then, she turned to me, pretending to sound apologetic. “Skylar, I’m sorry. Micah and I were just rehearsing the wedding ceremony. Please don’t take it the wrong way.
“I’m not going to expose how you hired someone to attack me or how you destroyed my mother’s grave. But please… don’t hurt Micah. True love doesn’t need to be tested over and over.”
I didn’t want to watch her fake act for a second more. I turned to leave and said coldly, “Well, if you’re so eager, maybe I should actually send someone to beat you tonight. And while I’m at it, dig up your mother’s grave too.”
A loud smack resounded in the air. Micah slapped me hard across the face.
“Skylar, how could you be so cruel?” Micah’s jaw was tight, his eyes darkening as his chest heaved with anger.
Cruel? He believed her lies without hesitation, while five years at his side couldn’t even earn me a shred of his trust.
A wave of fury surged inside me. I was ready to demand an explanation, but Ariana suddenly stepped between us and leaned toward him protectively.
“Please, Skylar. As soon as the wedding’s over, I’ll give Micah back to you. Just let this go. Please don’t hurt the people around me. Don’t hurt Micah anymore.”
She lowered her gaze, clasped her hands, and made it seem as if she was about to kneel.
Before her knees could hit the ground, Micah wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her. He glared at me, his tone sharp and cutting.
“Skylar, don’t pull that entitled heiress act on me. I can’t stand women who use their status to push others around. If you still want to marry me, stop making a scene.”
Then, as if delivering a final judgment, he warned me not to show up in front of them again until the wedding.
I didn’t expect that just the next day, Micah would be the one reaching out to me.
He didn’t even say hello—he just launched straight into yelling. “Skylar, did you seriously dig up Mrs. Thompson’s grave? I can’t believe you’d do something like that!”
Confused and stunned, I immediately called my assistant to look into it. The report I got back left me stunned. Ariana’s mother wasn’t even dead.
Chapter 3
It was no wonder Ariana was capable of something so twisted. She had dug up her own mother’s grave just to frame me. As it turned out, her mother’s death had been nothing more than a lie.
I sent a message to Micah. “Ariana’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I just sent you.”
Whether he opened it or not was no longer my concern. The flight was booked for three days later. Elijah handled the arrangements personally.
When Micah finally returned, he walked in to see me packing. Half of my clothes were already thrown out, and the rest had been shipped to Wimborne ahead of time.
He looked puzzled. “Why are you packing your things?”
“I’m moving,” I said flatly, not bothering to look up.
He paused for a moment, didn’t pick up on anything unusual, and just kept talking like everything was normal.
“Preston Group’s headquarters are based in Wimborne. We’ll be settling there after the wedding, so it makes sense for you to start packing early.”
Then, his expression hardened as he looked straight at me. “About Ariana’s mother… You’ll need to apologize. Don’t make things harder for me. Just do it on the wedding day, alright?”
Without waiting for a response, he tossed his phone aside and went to search for his ID. Today was the day he and Ariana got their marriage certificate signed.
He didn’t come home that night. When I finally turned my phone on, Ariana’s message popped up instantly. The photo showed her and Micah in matching loungewear, curled up together in bed.
I closed my eyes, but the sting in my chest still caught me off guard. Swallowing the emotion, I turned off my phone without replying.
Later into the night, my phone buzzed on the nightstand every hour. Each time it vibrated, it was another taunting video from Ariana of her and Micah, flaunting their intimacy like it was some kind of victory.
By morning, Elijah finally messaged me. “Ms. Preston, the flowers have bloomed. It’s time to come home.”
Attached was a photo of two marriage certificates, resting beside a blooming crimson peony. I hadn’t expected him to keep the flower I gave him all those years ago. And somehow, seeing it stirred something unfamiliar in my chest.
I sent one word back. “Okay.”
Then, I put down the phone and started organizing my work files and laptop. At some point, Micah had returned.
He moved around the room casually, throwing a few everyday essentials into a bag. “I’m going to stay with Ariana for a few days. She’s swamped planning the wedding and can’t handle it all on her own.
“Don’t forget, the wedding’s in two days. Be there on time.”
After saying that, Micah launched into a long explanation. It was the usual—he was just helping with Ariana’s wedding, nothing inappropriate, and I shouldn’t make a scene about it.
I kept my gaze low and replied quietly, “Yeah, I won’t show up.”
Whatever feelings I had left for him had completely vanished after what happened last night.
Micah watched the calm on my face, and a wave of unease crept over him, tightening in his chest. For a moment, he hesitated. But the image of Ariana’s clingy sweetness flashed through his mind, and his grip on the phone loosened.
He thought, “Skylar’s always loved me. Nothing’s going to change that.”
With that thought, he let out a breath, relieved. He didn’t push further and walked out of the room without looking back.
I watched his figure fade into the distance, then pulled out my phone and made a call.
That evening, a helicopter landed quietly in the plaza. A man stepped forward to greet me. “Ms. Preston, the helicopter you scheduled is ready. We’ll have you safely in Wimborne within the next thirty minutes.”
I nodded and handed him a sealed envelope. “Deliver this to the wedding venue tomorrow. It’s my gift to the bride and groom.”
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