The Fiancée’s Resignation
Language: en
My name is Chloe. In our elite social circle, everyone called me the perfect fiancée. For five years, I wore that empty title without ever demanding a wedding, a marriage license, or a penny of his wealth. All I wanted was for Julian Sterling to donate his bone marrow to save my mother. When he cheated with an A-list actress, I handled the press and cleared his name. When he was caught kissing a pop idol, I bought out the footage. When he knocked up a viral influencer, I even scheduled her prenatal appointments. The wealthy socialites mocked me behind my back, their pity dripping with…