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Just days before the wedding, Angela finds herself trapped in a chilling snowstorm, abandoned by her fiancé, Clyde, who has chosen to spend the week with his first love, Betty. Starved of food, warmth, and the affection she thought was guaranteed, Angela discovers that love isn’t just a word—it’s a game, a cruel test designed by those she once called friends. As the countdown to the wedding ticks away, she grapples with the bitter realization that her decade-long devotion may not be enough.
When Angela finally breaks free from the icy confines of the villa, she returns home only to find Clyde entrenched in a new life with Betty, whose presence feels like a dagger to Angela's heart. With every wedding photo and whispered promise, the stakes grow higher, testing the boundaries of loyalty, love, and betrayal. Can Angela reclaim her place in a life she thought was hers, or will she be forced to watch as her dreams dissolve in the warmth of a love meant for someone else?
As tensions rise and relationships fracture, Angela must confront the painful truth: how far will she go to win back the man who stood her up? In a world where love is a battlefield, will she emerge victorious, or will she be left standing in the cold?
I Needed Him But He Stood Me UpChapter 1
A week before the wedding, the roads were blocked by heavy snow. Fortunately, I stocked up the house with supplies in advance.
Clyde took his first love in and moved in with her.
He tricked me into staying at a friend's villa where there was nothing to eat or drink.
He and his first love flaunted their delicious meals on Instagram Stories daily.
I starved in the villa, with no food, no water, and no electricity.
After clearing the roads, he sent frantic messages during the wedding preparations.
I had already returned to my parents' house. I sent him a message saying, "I’ll let you two be together."
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Betty Winn posted an Instagram Stories message about Clyde York's first love.
"It's snowing, eating hot pot is so delicious. Thank you for being in love with him."
Below was a photo of two tightly clasped hands. I recognized the man's hand instantly—it was my fiancé, Clyde’s hand. The ring on his finger was one I had chosen.
Then, Clyde liked Betty's Instagram Stories.
Seeing that Clyde had access to the internet, my frozen fingers dialed his number again.
Clyde finally answered the phone.