Maxwell Brown’s company went bankrupt, and unfortunately, he lost his memory in a car accident. For five whole years, I was the only one who took care of him wholeheartedly. The first thing he did after regaining his memory was to ask me to prepare a venue—he wanted to propose to his fiancée, Natalie Locke. I thought this was just an act he was putting on to comfort his depressed fiancée. Until I arrived at the venue early and overheard his conversation with his brother. “Actually, Natalie doesn’t have depression; she lied to you. And when she found out about your accident, she ran far away. Only Hazel Foster was willing to take care of you. So, do you really want to propose to Natalie?” Maxwell’s words had a hidden meaning: “Of course I know. Precisely because Natalie lied to me, she’ll have to face me cautiously from now on.” “That’s much more comfortable than not being able to hold my head up in front of Hazel out of gratitude.” “Hazel has already helped me secure funding; she has no other use now. Once my company goes public, I’ll tell her the truth.” I neither cried nor made a scene. I quietly called the arranged marriage candidate who had pursued me for five years and even helped me prepare the proposal venue. “The venue is ready, but the person isn’t coming. Who am I supposed to accept a proposal from?” 1 Maxwell’s engagement ceremony was about to begin. He had invited all his family, friends, and brothers, but my name wasn’t on the guest list. The banquet was lively, with his brothers congratulating him one after another. Just then, I walked into the hall. In an instant, the atmosphere turned ice-cold, and everyone’s face showed embarrassment. Maxwell walked up to me, frowning, and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” At that moment, his little fiancée Natalie was nestled in his arms, shrinking back in fear. Natalie’s fingers trembled as she looked at me with terror, then said in her fragile voice, “Hazel, are you here to give us your blessing?” Blessing? I couldn’t help but laugh coldly and asked, “Blessing? Do you think I would bless you two?” Hearing this, Natalie’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing my hostile tone, Maxwell immediately stood protectively in front of Natalie and said, “Hazel, let’s talk properly, don’t be so masculine energy feminine energy with that attitude!” Then, he lowered his voice to a volume only the two of us could hear: “I never realized how petty you were before. Did you have to come and ruin things today? I already told you, Natalie has depression, and this is just a fake proposal!” Maxwell now looked like a righteous knight protecting his damsel, and those uninformed guests thought I was the third party trying to destroy their relationship. Some guests couldn’t help but shout at me: “Miss, are you new to Manchester? Everyone in Manchester knows that the young Mr. Brown and Miss Locke are childhood sweethearts with an engagement since they were young. How dare you, a homewrecker, come so brazenly to crash their engagement?” “Exactly, homewreckers are so bold these days.” “The absolute shamelessness of this woman! Why hasn’t anyone thrown her out yet!” Everyone started attacking me fiercely, one after another. Natalie seized her moment to put on a dramatic performance. Her eyes reddened with tears welling up, looking pitiful as she said, “Hazel, I know you’ve done Maxwell a great favor, but Maxwell and I have been engaged for so many years—surely there’s something to be said for who came first? All these years, I couldn’t be by Maxwell’s side during his most difficult times, and I’ve felt so guilty that I developed depression. Look.” She lifted her dress to reveal dense scars on her wrist. “These are the punishments I gave myself. So Hazel, please don’t take him away from me, okay? He’s all I have in my life. Without him, I really can’t go on living.” What a masterful play of emotional blackmail! When I was still in the dark, I had felt sympathy too. One evening a week ago, Maxwell came to me and asked me to prepare a proposal venue. He said, “Hazel, Natalie has developed severe depression because of me. Her parents even got on their knees and begged me to fulfill Natalie’s wish to marry me. I’m just putting on a show, so don’t come that day.” I nodded, showing understanding. After all, Natalie was Maxwell’s legitimate fiancée. If Maxwell hadn’t had his accident years ago, they might have been married already. Now Maxwell was doing this to save someone’s life; he had no other choice. So I helped him contact Aman Hotel and booked the most luxurious banquet hall for a grand proposal ceremony for Natalie. I thought I was just helping to make up for Natalie’s regrets, and afterward, they could part ways amicably. Unexpectedly, on the day of the proposal, the venue manager said the person who booked the venue needed to sign some documents in person. Afraid of delaying Maxwell’s plans, I rushed to the hotel early in the morning. After signing the documents, I wanted to open the door to the banquet hall to see the proposal venue I had planned myself. After all, the man I loved was about to propose to another woman, even if it was fake, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. As I gently pushed open the door, I discovered Maxwell inside. What I heard next shattered my illusions completely. I overheard his conversation with his brother, and that’s when I learned the whole truth. All these years, I had just been deluding myself. Thinking of this, I sneered at Natalie and Maxwell, saying, “Excuse me, who told you that today is Maxwell and Natalie’s proposal ceremony?”
“Hazel, are you not going to stop until you drive Natalie to her death?” “She’s already harming herself. Can’t you just grant her this wish? Do you have to push her to the edge?” Maxwell’s brothers couldn’t stand by any longer and stood up one by one to shield Natalie. “Yeah, Hazel, isn’t today Maxwell and Natalie’s engagement ceremony, not yours?” “Hazel, you may be wealthy, but Maxwell doesn’t love you. Just give it up already. Even if you make a scene here, Maxwell won’t propose to you.” As I listened to their back-and-forth remarks and watched their righteous indignation, a wave of bitterness welled up inside me. After all, the man I had so deeply loved for all these years hadn’t uttered a single word in my defense. Five years ago, when the Brown family was at its peak, they fell victim to a carefully planned car accident orchestrated by their enemies. Maxwell’s parents died in that accident, and Maxwell himself was severely injured, remaining comatose after the head trauma. Almost overnight, various influential families scrambled to divide up the Brown family’s assets. I pulled every string I could to save just one small company under the Brown family name for him. During his recovery, I stayed by his side constantly, paid all his medical bills, and settled many of his debts until he finally regained consciousness. He had forgotten everyone, including the fact that he had a fiancée—one who had abandoned him as soon as disaster struck. Only I remained loyal, staying by his side without asking for anything in return. Maxwell cried and told me that even though he had lost everything, he would treat me well for the rest of his life. I held his hand tightly and comforted him: “I’ll do everything in my power to help you rise again.” I kept my promise. I handed over the small company to him, helped him secure a round of financing, and accompanied him step by step as he reestablished his position in Manchester’s high society. But he callously broke his vow. He betrayed me without even offering an explanation. As I looked at this man before me, his silence became the final straw that broke me. “Natalie, I rented this venue, so how did it become your engagement ceremony? This is obviously my engagement ceremony.” Natalie clearly hadn’t expected me to publicly embarrass her, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. “Hazel, no matter how much you pressure Maxwell, he’ll only follow his heart! Just let him go!” “Hazel, don’t think that having some money means you can force Maxwell to propose to you!” I let out a cold laugh and retorted, “Who are you to say such things? When he needed money, which one of you helped him? Was it you, or you?” I pointed at those present, who all awkwardly averted their gaze. They stubbornly continued, “You’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you? You deliberately gave him money just to emotionally blackmail Maxwell into marrying you!” “Enough! Hazel, stop making a scene,” Maxwell interrupted with fury written all over his face. “I’m grateful for your help these past years, and I’ll pay back every penny you lent me. But today is my engagement party with Natalie. Can’t you show some compassion? She’s suffering from severe depression, and you choose today to cause trouble? I would never marry someone as heartless as you!” Everyone applauded. “Well said, Maxwell has backbone!” “Exactly! She came here to force Maxwell to marry her, and now she’s been put in her place!” Looking at Maxwell’s expression, I felt too disgusted to speak. Natalie’s lips curled into a subtle smile. She pretended to be considerate and said, “Oh, everyone, please stop arguing. Since Hazel is already here, let’s arrange a seat for her so she can witness the love between Maxwell and me.” She reached out to take my hand, but I immediately shook her off. She put on a theatrical display of fragility, crying out “Ah!” as she fell to the ground, looking utterly pitiful. I looked down at her, my eyes burning with contempt. “You’re right, someone is going to propose to me today, but it’s not this ungrateful Maxwell. Please clean this place up quickly and get out. My fiancé is already on his way, and I don’t want him to see trash like you.”
“Who the hell are you calling garbage?!” Maxwell’s brother jumped to his feet, glaring at me viciously. “Hazel, you’re going too far!” “Hazel, I only respected you because you seemed to treat Maxwell well. Do you think you’re so important that all of Manchester has to listen to you?! Don’t forget the Stone family ranks above your Foster family. You know Vincent, right? He’s my distant cousin. Want me to call him to put you in your place?” I laughed scornfully. “Really? I couldn’t care less about Vincent Stone. He probably wouldn’t even want to acknowledge a little punk like you.” “You—!” Maxwell cut him off. Then, looking somewhat exhausted, he unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his forehead. “Hazel, stop making trouble. What’s the point of making up this fiancé nonsense?” “Exactly, Ms. Foster. Everyone knows you’re head over heels for Maxwell. Who are you trying to fool with this angry talk?” Just then, my phone rang. I answered, and a man’s soft chuckle came through. “Honestly, I was quite flattered when you suddenly agreed. Though I know you don’t love me, I’m quite happy to be used as your weapon. How are things going over there? Need any help?” I said with complete indifference, “I’m not done here yet. I’ll have security kick them out in a minute. You just focus on driving safely.” After hanging up, Maxwell demanded, “Who were you talking to?” His expression was impatient, yet somehow anxious. I raised an eyebrow and mocked, “My fiancé, of course. Today is the day he proposed to me, and he rented this venue. You’re all trespassing, and security will be here soon to escort you out.” Natalie tried to reason with me. “Hazel, there’s no need for such spiteful words. I won’t force you to congratulate us. But today is Maxwell’s and my special day. Look what you’ve done.” The guests turned toward us, giving me disapproving looks. “The nerve of this homewrecker. It’s outrageous.” “Using her power to force others to stop a proposal ceremony. Why should we listen to you and just leave?” “Exactly! We only listen to today’s couple! Let’s ignore this crazy woman and help throw her out!” Soon, several burly men stood up and approached me. I knew self-defense and wasn’t easy to intimidate. I quickly took down two of them. But more and more people surrounded me, and I couldn’t handle them all alone. Then I caught Maxwell looking at me with pity. “Stop resisting, Hazel. Leave quietly, and I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” Furious, I shouted, “Maxwell, you bastard! Go to hell!” Maxwell’s friends yelled, “If you won’t take the easy way out, we’ll beat some sense into you!” Just as fists were about to land on me and I closed my eyes in desperation, the door suddenly burst open. Immediately, security guards flooded in. “Nobody move!” A commanding shout stopped everyone in their tracks. “I’m the manager of this hotel. Who dares cause trouble here?!”
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