My Boyfriend of Six Years Proposed to Someone Else — Novel

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Three years after losing the love of her life, Yasmin's world is still shrouded in grief. As she grapples with her suffocating depression, a trip to the quaint town of Witherbury feels like her last chance for healing. But fate has other plans. When she encounters a man who bears an uncanny resemblance to her deceased fiancé, her heart shatters all over again. Is it really him, or just a cruel trick of the universe?

In the midst of her turmoil, Yasmin is confronted by the reality of this man’s new life—a girlfriend, a business, a laughter that feels like a betrayal. The memories of their shared dreams haunt her, but this man, now known as Killian, seems to have moved on as if she never existed. Can Yasmin find the strength to confront him, or will the weight of her past keep her from discovering the truth?

With every glance and every memory, the stakes rise. Will Yasmin reclaim her future, or will the shadows of her past consume her? As the lines between love and loss blur, she must decide what she truly wants—closure or a second chance at love.

My Boyfriend of Six Years Proposed to Someone ElseChapter 1

My boyfriend had been doting on me for nine years. He proposed to me and arranged a grand wedding.

However, on the eve of our wedding, he suddenly received an urgent mission and never returned.

"Yasmin, I will definitely come back the day after tomorrow and we will get our marriage certificate the day after tomorrow at the latest!"

I was wearing a pre-purchased wedding dress and waiting for him to come back and marry me.

But the terrible news came that he died in the line of duty, with no remains left.

Three years later ....

Today, I went on a trip to a town called Witherbury in the southern mountains and met Christian Sanders who had lost his memory.

The girl in his arms was sulking and coquettish, blaming him if he did not love her anymore.

Christian's eyes were full favor as he scratched the tip of the girl's nose.

"How could I not love you? You are my life."

I burst into tears.

Three years ago, he clearly said I was his life.

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The third year after Christian's death, my depression got worse and worse, to the point where I could not control it even with medication.