My Fiancèe Married Her Best Friend While I Was Locked Away — Novel

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After seven years behind bars, Charles returns to a world that has spun on without him. He once lived in luxury, but now, he’s driving a ride-hailing car, navigating the streets he used to own. The first passenger he picks up is Sheena, the fiancée who married his childhood rival while he was locked away. As they drive through the rain-soaked city, tension crackles between them. Can they bridge the chasm of lost years, or is the past too heavy to bear?

When Sheena hires him for an hour, the air thickens with unspoken emotions. She’s torn between the life she chose and the man she left behind. As they traverse familiar haunts, memories clash with stark realities. The cobblestones remind him of who he was, while the ordinary moments challenge Sheena's perception of happiness. With each interaction, the disparity between their current lives and the past weighs heavier.

Can a shared history ignite a spark amidst the ashes of betrayal? Or will the shadows of their choices suffocate any chance of reconciliation? Charles wears a mask of indifference, but deep down, he grapples with a question that haunts them both: Is it truly possible to start anew when everything has changed?

My Fiancèe Married Her Best Friend While I Was Locked AwayChapter 1

Seven years ago, at the engagement banquet, I broke the left leg of my fiancée's childhood friend.

Less than a month after I was sentenced to prison, the two of them went and obtained their marriage certificates.

Who didn't know that I would dare to do anything to pursue Sheena?

Everyone was waiting to see how I would take revenge once I got out of prison.

Yet unexpectedly, the first thing I did after my release was to completely withdraw from their circle and disappear without a trace.

It was drizzling that day when I went to the high-speed rail station to pick up a passenger.

She didn't say a word after getting into the car, her gaze blank and dazed.

I forced a professional smile and started, "Hello. May I have the last digits of your phone number?"

Her lips tightened instantly. "Charles... you..."

"Don't even remember my number?"

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"Sorry. It's the platform's rule. I can only provide service after the last digits are confirmed," I replied calmly.

The car fell into silence. Only the rhythmic swish of the wipers and the low hum of the engine filled the space.

Finally, Sheena recited her number.