Just as I was brooding over it, the phone rang.
“I’m Ryan’s fiancée. Can we talk?”
My heart skipped a beat. Even though I was nervous, I composed myself and went to meet this young lady. Who would have thought, Emily glanced at me coldly and said, “A good graduate of University A, why on earth would you become Ryan’s mistress?”
“You’re living such a miserable life; why not beg me for help?”
My mind buzzed, and I was stunned. Mistress? What the hell? Mistress?!
Seeing my face turn pale, Emily frowned and waved her hand dismissively at me. “You alright?” she asked with a bit of concern and then showed me her phone. “Look, he said it himself.”
I saw the message from Ryan: “Her? Just a side chick. If you don’t like her, I’ll cut her off before the wedding.”
The coldness in my heart deepened even further. The hurt from this added another scar. Perhaps my expression was too grim and scared the naïve young lady. Emily hesitated and said, “Honestly, I’m not that into him anyway…”
“I have no one and no power. I’d like to ask you to help me break off this engagement.”