Love Like an AbyssChapter 1
On the day of my wedding, my fiancé live-streamed his proposal to my cousin. The two of them eloped right then and there, leaving me behind to become the infamous jilted bride.
Lost and desperate, Brian Rocha, the wealthiest man in Harbor City, stepped onto the stage and knelt before me on one knee.
“Angela Duncan, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at the Gala Auction. Will you marry me?”
I politely declined, but he refused to back down. From that moment on, he pursued me relentlessly. On my birthday, he went so far as to spend millions renting every advertisement screen in the city, all to boldly profess his love for me. Three years later, I finally agreed to his proposal.
That day, I became the woman everyone envied, the one who must have saved the galaxy in her past life to deserve a man like him. But on the eve of our engagement, I overheard him talking to his friends and it shattered everything.
“You’re crazy, man, spending tens of thousands of dollars buying a building for your first love. As a friend, I just want to remind you that she’s already married to your fiancée’s ex.”
“As long as she’s happy. I’d do anything for Laurel. I’d even die for her,” Brian replied, his voice filled with sadness. Longing was also evident in his tone.
It turned out that his struggle to win me over all this time was just a façade. He didn’t really want to be with me; he only wanted to be close to Laurel, making sure she was always happy through me.
My heart broke into a thousand pieces. That night, I decided to disappear from this world.
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“So don’t let your people tell Angela anything about me and Laurel,” Brian ordered in a confident tone.
“They wouldn’t dare let slip even a word about Laurel in front of Angela,” someone replied.
I froze at the doorway, gripping the thermos tightly in my hands. Tomorrow was supposed to be our engagement party. Just three hours ago, Brian had called, claiming he was busy with work and told me to get an early night. Feeling sorry for him, I decided to surprise him with a warm bowl of soup I’d made. The surprise I had prepared for him backfired, hurting me deeply.
Everything I thought we had together—our love, our happiness—was nothing more than an illusion Brian had created for me.
Memories of our time together flashed through my mind like a cruel reel of film.