My Boyfriend of Six Years Proposed to Someone ElseChapter 1
My boyfriend had been doting on me for nine years. He proposed to me and arranged a grand wedding.
However, on the eve of our wedding, he suddenly received an urgent mission and never returned.
"Yasmin, I will definitely come back the day after tomorrow and we will get our marriage certificate the day after tomorrow at the latest!"
I was wearing a pre-purchased wedding dress and waiting for him to come back and marry me.
But the terrible news came that he died in the line of duty, with no remains left.
Three years later ....
Today, I went on a trip to a town called Witherbury in the southern mountains and met Christian Sanders who had lost his memory.
The girl in his arms was sulking and coquettish, blaming him if he did not love her anymore.
Christian's eyes were full favor as he scratched the tip of the girl's nose.
"How could I not love you? You are my life."
I burst into tears.
Three years ago, he clearly said I was his life.
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The third year after Christian's death, my depression got worse and worse, to the point where I could not control it even with medication.
"Yasmin, you can't always live in the past. You have to learn to let him go."
My psychologist sympathetically suggested that I could travel somewhere to take a break and had something fun which might help me feel better.
After another sleepless night, I called my best friend and decided to go.
My best friend became excited when she heard that I had decided to travel to the Witherbury. She took care of everything for me and helped me pack and organize the travel supplies.
"Yasmin, I'll be in charge of the guide this time, so you just enjoy the trip!"
I smiled faintly, without any turmoil in my heart.
I just felt a dull pain somewhere in my chest.
It seemed to be reminding me in this way that I had lost the most important thing in my life, my beloved boyfriend ... Christian.
Christian pursued me for three years and fell in love with me for six years.
Everyone thought we would get married smoothly, even the two of us thought so.
Three years ago, he arranged a grand wedding, knelt on one knee and carefully put the diamond ring on my hand with a gentle and doting look in his eyes.
"Yasmin, are you willing to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?"
I smiled and nodded almost without hesitation.
We were both orphans and had long recognized each other.