My Fiancée Humiliated Me on Our Wedding Day On my wedding day, I was getting ready backstage when my fiancée’s assistant suddenly handed me a marriage contract. The first clause read: “No kissing below the eyebrows without permission.” The second clause: “Based on the bride’s mood, the groom is allowed to share the bed only once a month, for no more than ten minutes each time.” The third clause: “At any time, in any place, if the bride feels uncomfortable, the groom must immediately cease current actions.” … After reading through hundreds of clauses, I bit back my fury and called my fiancée. “Ms. Hayes, could you please explain clause ninety-eight of this agreement?” “What exactly does ‘no matter who the father is, the child must take *your* surname’ mean?” It’s shameful to admit, but this grand wedding today was nothing more than an arrangement made by my grandpa’s generation. My fiancée and I hadn’t even met. All I knew was that her family was incredibly prominent, a well-known heiress in this city. But I never imagined that the rules of the wealthy could be so utterly bizarre. “You’re nothing but a pauper. Do you really expect the child to take *your* surname?” My fiancée’s voice on the phone was laced with contempt. I took a deep breath, my tone brooking no argument. “I apologize, Ms. Hayes, but I will not be signing this agreement.” The words had barely left my lips when, a second later, my fiancée’s furious shout blasted through the phone. “Miller, you’re really pushing your luck, aren’t you?” “The fact that *I* am marrying you is the best fortune of your past life; how dare you defy me?” I was completely stunned. A distinguished heiress, and this is how she behaves? This was a completely different person from the gentle and quiet image my grandpa had described. I was about to argue further when the line went dead. Witnessing the scene, my assistant next to me looked at me with disdain and sneered. “Mr. Miller, I advise you to just sign the agreement. Otherwise, with Ms. Hayes’s temper, you won’t have an easy life.” Seeing that I was young and dressed simply, the assistant didn’t give me a second glance. “Such a humiliating agreement, whoever wants to sign it can. I certainly won’t!” While my family, the Millers, might not be as wealthy as the Hayes, we’re certainly not pushovers. So what if she’s a New York Princess? Worst case scenario, I’m not getting married today! With that, I took off my suit jacket and turned to leave, but the assistant blocked my way. “The wedding is about to start, Mr. Miller. Where do you think you’re going?” I involuntarily clenched my fist, glaring at him. “My legs are my own; I’ll go wherever I please. What business is it of yours?” Instead of backing down, the assistant became even more brazen in the face of my warning. “Mr. Miller, I advise you to put your clothes back on obediently.” “If you delay the wedding, that’s a responsibility you won’t be able to bear!” He shoved me roughly, his eyes full of menace. Ever since I joined the military academy at eighteen, I’d trained day and night with my instructors. The pride etched into my bones wouldn’t allow me to compromise. Seeing his arrogant attitude, my anger level shot up. “What if I insist on leaving?” At my words, the staff in the makeup room gasped. “Holy crap, this guy’s got some nerve! Daring to talk back to Mark Davis? He must not want to make it in this city!” “It’s just a marriage contract, what’s the big deal? If he offends the heiress over this, he’ll be the one getting bullied!” 2. “Exactly, right? Getting involved with the Hayes family is every man’s dream in New York. Why would he care whose surname the child takes?” As the chatter around us grew louder, Mark Davis’s expression became increasingly smug. “Hear that? A useless nobody like you, with no power and no connections, daring to talk about dignity? Are you out of your mind?” I couldn’t care less about their mockery; in fact, I found it somewhat amusing. In New York, the Hayes family was indeed considered old money, possessing untold wealth. But if they wanted to compare family legacies with *my* family, the Millers, they’d only find humiliation. All the money in the world is just a string of cold numbers when faced with true power. “Mark Davis, I’m warning you one last time. Get out of my way, or you’ll face the consequences!” Perhaps startled by the sudden surge of aura emanating from me, Mark Davis froze, looking somewhat flustered. “Fine, fine, you jerk, you… you actually dare to threaten me? I… I’m calling Ms. Hayes right now!” I spread my hands, a nonchalant expression on my face. “Whatever.” A moment later, the makeup room door was kicked open. A tall young woman, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, strode in. “Mark Davis, you’re supposed to be my personal assistant. How can you mess up such a simple task?” “You must be Evelyn Hayes, my fiancée?” I carefully scrutinized the woman before me. I had to admit, she was quite beautiful. Standing nearly five feet seven, clad in a pristine white wedding gown that perfectly accentuated her figure. If I had to find a flaw, it would only be the excessively cold look in her eyes as she stared at me. “Ms. Hayes, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Allow me to briefly introduce myself.” “My name is Alex Miller, and I’m from the milita—“ “No need!” Before I could finish, Evelyn Hayes impatiently raised a hand to cut me off. “I have absolutely no interest in who you are.” I had intended to reveal my military background to make her back off, but I hadn’t expected this proud heiress wouldn’t even let me finish speaking. It was clear from her eyes that she genuinely saw me as a good-for-nothing trying to leech off the Hayes family’s wealth. “Ms. Hayes, even though we’ve never met, and this marriage was our parents’ idea,” “To not even let me finish my sentence, isn’t that a bit disrespectful?” At my words, my fiancée’s face instantly changed. “Respect?” “Miller, why don’t you take a good look at yourself in the mirror? Do you think you’re worthy of my respect?” My fiancée glanced at me contemptuously, then scoffed. “I can tell you explicitly, if my father hadn’t forced me to marry you, a parasite who only knows how to rely on women, I wouldn’t even bother to look at you!” Towards the end, she suddenly raised her voice, addressing everyone present. “And don’t you dare think that after this wedding, you’ll be part of the Hayes family! Without my permission, you won’t lay a single finger on me!” My gaze was fixed on her, my voice devoid of emotion. “Since Ms. Hayes is so unwilling to marry me, then why force yourself?” Then, I suddenly changed my tone. “How about… we cancel the wedding? It would be better for both of us.” I had hoped for an amicable separation, but this arrogant woman before me wasn’t listening. She even thought I was provoking her. “You stinking pauper, don’t try that ‘playing hard to get’ act with me!” 3. “Do you know how many men in New York are lining up to marry me?” I didn’t get angry; instead, I smiled. “Ms. Hayes, I don’t care what others think. I simply believe we’re not a good fit.” “As for your father, Mr. Hayes, I will personally explain everything to him. You don’t need to worry about that.” After this exchange, the entire makeup room erupted in whispers. “My God, is this guy out of his mind? He actually initiated breaking off the engagement with the Hayes family?” “Right? Ms. Hayes is every man’s goddess in New York; this idiot doesn’t know how good he has it.” “If it were me, being able to marry the Hayes heiress, I’d be laughing in my sleep.” The doubts and criticisms around me were incessant, but I couldn’t care less. In *my* circles, marriage isn’t about family wealth; it’s about compatibility. And clearly, this overly privileged New York heiress wasn’t my type. I still remember the humble demeanor of Evelyn’s father, Robert Hayes, Chairman of Hayes Industries, before my grandpa. In less than half an hour, Robert Hayes’s white shirt was drenched from head to toe, as if he feared saying one wrong word. He probably doesn’t realize that the immense influence he so painstakingly acquired is being destroyed by his own daughter. “Miller! I’m asking you one last time, are you truly breaking off this engagement with me?” I slowly raised my head, meeting her gaze, my eyes more resolute than ever. “Absolutely!” The silence in the room was chilling. Evelyn Hayes probably never dreamed I would choose to give up the opportunity to marry into a prominent family; her face was flushed crimson. Just as she didn’t know how to handle the situation, Mark Davis stepped forward. “Ms. Hayes, there’s no need to panic. A good-for-nothing like him, who only knows how to rely on women, isn’t worth marrying anyway!” My fiancée nodded slightly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. “But… the invitations have already gone out. If we suddenly cancel the wedding, how will I face anyone afterwards?” Mark Davis shot me a malicious look. “Ms. Hayes, do you remember Young Master Vance from Vance Group?” The next second, Evelyn Hayes’s eyes immediately lit up. “Mark, are you saying…?” Mark Davis nodded emphatically, his expression exceptionally excited. “Vance Group just completed its Series B funding round on Wall Street. Young Master Vance, as the sole heir, is worth tens of billions.” “The Hayes family wants to expand into international markets; this is a golden opportunity!” Evelyn Hayes shyly lowered her head. “Will he be willing to marry me?” Mark Davis thumped his chest, full of confidence. “Of course!” “I just received word; Young Master Vance is already on his way!” Witnessing this scene, I suddenly understood. It turned out that the so-called marriage contract was most likely Mark Davis’s doing. His true purpose was to facilitate a partnership between Vance Group and Hayes Industries. It was just a pity for Evelyn Hayes; she didn’t even realize she was being used. “That’s enough.” “Ms. Hayes, although I’ve broken off our engagement, it doesn’t seem right to suddenly swap grooms, does it?” As I spoke, I raised my hand, pointing to the assistant standing beside her. “Right now, I only want to know one thing: whose idea was that marriage contract?” From what I knew of Evelyn Hayes, even though she was arrogant and domineering, she definitely wouldn’t come up with such distasteful terms. There had to be another reason. 4. However, her current expression confirmed my suspicions; her eyes kept darting towards the assistant. “What business is it of yours whose idea it was? Does it even concern you?” “A man’s word carries weight. Are you trying to go back on it?” I raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk on my face. “Going back on it? Not really. I just think someone is deliberately trying to drive a wedge between Ms. Hayes and me!” Mid-sentence, I turned to look at Mark Davis. “Ms. Hayes, don’t you think everything that’s happened feels like it was orchestrated?” I had intended to advise her kindly, out of respect for her father, Mr. Hayes. But who knew this woman wouldn’t appreciate my efforts? “Miller, I’m warning you, don’t try to stir up trouble here!” “Didn’t you act all high and mighty about wanting to cut ties with me earlier? Why the sudden change of heart?” Hearing her words, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. The Hayes family had been operating so shrewdly in the business world for so many years; how could they produce a beautiful woman so utterly clueless? “Kid, hear that? You’re not welcome here, now get lost!” Mark Davis stared at me with a provocative look, but I merely smiled faintly. “That’s enough. You’ve achieved your goal; do you still need to keep up the act?” “The wedding is about to start; why don’t you let your mastermind show themselves?” The words had barely left my lips when, a second later, the makeup room door was suddenly pushed open. A man roughly my age swaggered in. “Ms. Hayes, will you marry me?” “Young Master Vance, you’re finally here!” At Mark Davis’s enthusiastic cry, everyone rose to greet the heir to Vance Group. “Judging by this spectacle, you must be Mark Davis’s true boss, aren’t you?” The man referred to as Young Master Vance approached me slowly, with an arrogant stride. “Kid, I admit you’re a bit clever.” “But sometimes, being too clever isn’t a good thing.” His tone was incredibly arrogant, even more so than Mark Davis’s earlier. I merely gave him a cold glance before looking away. “If I’m not mistaken, Young Master Vance, you’ve been waiting for this day for a long time, haven’t you?” He nodded, looking at me with feigned pity. “Mr. Miller, from what I hear, you refused to sign that marriage contract?” “That’s truly a shame.” Mid-sentence, he lit a cigarette, holding it between his fingers, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “You just lost your only chance in this lifetime to marry into wealth!” I showed no emotional fluctuation, instead offering a knowing smile. “A prominent family like that? I wouldn’t marry into it even if given the chance.” My nonchalant attitude seemed to surprise him. “Mr. Miller, aren’t you even a little angry?” “I just stole your fiancée, after all!” I waved my hand, a faint smile still lingering on my lips. “What’s there to be angry about?” “In fact, I should thank Young Master Vance. If you hadn’t intervened, I wouldn’t have known how to explain things to Mr. Hayes.” Watching our exchange, as I steadily gained the upper hand, this young master of Vance Group’s face turned green with rage; he completely lost his composure. “Then why are you still shamelessly standing here? Do you want me to get someone to kill you?!” I hooked my lips into a smirk and calmly waved at him. “Young Master Vance, don’t be so eager. Before I leave, I want to make a call to my grandpa.” With that, I pulled out my phone right in front of everyone.
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