"That won’t happen anymore," I intoned coldly. "The heir of the Smith family shouldn’t have a disgraceful fiancée like me."
For a moment, Brandon froze, staring at the ring on the floor.
His tone softened involuntarily. "That’s not what I meant. Sure, what happened back then was disgusting, but we’ve been together for so many years."
"Our families are well-matched, and as long as you listen to me and learn how to be a proper wife, I’m still willing to marry you."
In the past, hearing him say he was willing to marry me would have made me happy. But now, all I felt was an icy void inside.
Over the years, Brandon had claimed time and again to love me. But deep down, he had always despised my past.
Even now, Brandon still thought he could manipulate me with his fake love. What he didn’t know was that I no longer love him.
I walked past him without a word, but he grabbed my arm.
“Alright, stop sulking. Haven’t you always wanted to go to France? The scenery there is beautiful. I’ll take you on a trip soon to clear your mind,” he offered perfunctorily.