The day before I was set to marry the city’s most sought-after heir, Blake Davies, his first love, the girl he never truly got over, came back home. He completely ditched me, rushing off to be with her, leaving me stranded at our engagement party. Utterly heartbroken and disillusioned, I finally decided to walk away. But then, with his eyes red-rimmed, he gripped my arm and asked, “Skylar, are you really going to abandon me?” 0 Blake Davies and I were engaged. Everyone in our social circle said I was incredibly clever, that I’d managed to make the notorious playboy heir finally settle down. I just smiled. I hadn’t played any games; I’d simply laid my heart bare, offering it to Blake without holding anything back. I was mid-face mask when I heard the news that Seraphina Lawrence was back in the country. Blake was in the shower, and his phone was buzzing relentlessly on the coffee table. I picked it up and saw it was an unknown number. I answered. Before I could even speak, a soft, gentle female voice chimed from the other end. “Blake, I’m back.” My heart lurched. I quickly hit the end call button. There was a moment of silence on the other end, then the phone rang again. I immediately silenced it. 0
I knew Blake had a first love who’d moved abroad. Her name was Seraphina Lawrence, and she was his high school girlfriend. But they’d broken up right after graduation, and she’d promptly left the country. Blake, the Davies family heir, had been a wreck for a while after that, becoming even more of a playboy, living life like it was one big game, a pure reckless rich kid. All of this was what I’d heard from others. Before I knew Blake personally, my impression of him was just that he was the talk of the campus among my university classmates. Blake’s striking looks, privileged background, and that dangerous, laid-back vibe made him a hot topic, attracting countless admirers. He went through girlfriends one after another. This made my initial impression of him less than stellar. Then one day, my roommate and I went to a bar for her birthday and ended up getting harassed by a few guys. They blocked our way, insisting we have a few drinks before we could leave. Caught in a standoff, I was about to pull out my phone to call the cops when someone walked up beside us. Blake stood in front of us, tall and imposing. He looked down at the guys, a single cold word falling from his lips. “Beat it.” One of the guys, seeing how arrogant he was, threw a punch at Blake’s face, but Blake caught his wrist with a swift move. Blake’s other hand clenched into a fist and he slammed it hard into the guy. The man yelped, stumbling backward and knocking over a bottle from the table. The sound of shattering glass drew many eyes from around the bar. A server noticed the commotion and quickly came over with security. He paused when he saw Blake. The guys were still yelling, threatening to make Blake pay. Blake looked at the server and said, “These guys are causing trouble. Get them out of here.” The security guards nodded and dragged them outside. Blake exchanged a few more words with the server, then glanced at us before leaving. The server told us our entire tab for the night was on the house. Later, I found out Blake was a co-owner of that bar. From that day on, I seemed to see Blake everywhere at school. 0
When Blake came out of the shower, I handed him his phone and told him what had just happened. He took it, stared at the number for a few seconds, then tossed it aside as if it were nothing. I cautiously asked, “Aren’t you going to call her back?” Blake looked at me, giving a nonchalant smile. “It’s nothing important.” My heart, which had been in my throat, finally relaxed. I was so excited for our engagement party the next day. The next morning, I woke up early and started getting my hair and makeup done. I had been waiting for this day for a long time. By the time everything was ready, it was already noon. When I arrived at the venue, it was already packed. Relatives, friends, and everyone from our social circle were there. In the center of the hall, stood Blake, sharp in his suit. I walked toward him, step by step, toward the man I had loved for six years. Blake’s eyes were full of warmth, gazing back at me. I can’t remember exactly when I started pursuing Blake. I only remember the night we officially got together, the bar table covered in empty glasses. Blake was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by his friends. His eyes were deep, and he pointed at the drinks on the table, saying, “Drink all these, and I’ll be with you.” My head was hot from the alcohol, and I grabbed a glass, pouring it down my throat. By the third glass, Blake grabbed my wrist and took the glass away. Then, amidst the cheers and catcalls of his friends, he pulled me up and led me out of the private room. He pinned me against the wall in the hallway, his intense gaze fixed on me. “You like me that much, huh?” The alcohol was hitting me hard. My eyes were blurry, and I seemed to be processing his words slowly. After a long moment, I nodded. He cupped the back of my head, making me tilt my head back to look at him. I mumbled, “I like… Blake.” As soon as the words left my lips, they were covered by something warm. When I was about to run out of breath, he let me go. I gasped, watching his Adam’s apple bob. That night, it felt natural for us to become a couple. That was one year and three months into my pursuit of Blake. 0
Halfway through the engagement party, Blake’s phone rang. Standing beside him, I watched him pull out his phone and frown. He immediately hung up. But then, the call came in again. Once, twice, three times. On the fourth call, Blake finally answered. As soon as he picked up, a girl’s tearful voice rang out. “Blake, I was in a car accident.” In an instant, all the color drained from Blake’s face. Ignoring the astonished gazes of everyone present, he bolted out of the hall in a desperate rush. I stood there, utterly helpless, the pain in my chest feeling like a black hole, threatening to swallow me whole. I clutched my stomach, feeling a wave of nausea. I rushed to the restroom and dry heaved. I turned on the faucet, not caring if my makeup would run, and splashed water on my face. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair disheveled, on the verge of breaking down. After a long while in the restroom, I finally emerged. Most of the guests had already left the engagement party; only my parents and my best friend, Ashley Shaw, were waiting for me. Seeing my distraught appearance, they rushed over, surrounding me, their faces etched with worry. “Skylar, what happened?” My throat tightened, and I struggled to speak. “I don’t want to get married anymore.”
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