He Humiliated Me for His Ex,Now He's Begging Me to Stay

Summary

The night before we were supposed to register the marriage, there was a singles' party.

My fiancé had two drinks, then suddenly buried his face in his hands and broke down.

"I still can't forget her. What am I supposed to do?"

The girl he meant—I knew exactly who she was.

His ex-girlfriend. The one who'd stuck by him through three years of hardship when he was pretending to be poor.

The festive atmosphere in the room froze solid in an instant.

Everyone stared at me, squirming with secondhand embarrassment.