The Night Before Our Wedding, My Girlfriend Chose Her Childhood Sweetheart—So I Asked the System to Let Me Leave, and She Begged Me to Stay

Summary

By the time Claire woke up the next day, I had already packed all my belongings.

She slept until late morning and didn’t notice that the wedding time had long since passed. Out of habit, she demanded, “Why didn’t you make breakfast?”

Claire had a weak stomach, yet she loved drinking. I always made her hangover soup myself and prepared stomach-soothing porridge for her the next morning.

She had long since grown used to everything I did, taking it all for granted.

I said coldly, “There’s a delivery number on the table. Order something yourself.”