After Reuniting with Her Family, My Fiancée Regretted Everything

At the wedding back in my hometown, just as I was about to offer a toast to my fiancée’s father, her senior from college shoved me aside and demanded of her: “Tiantian, why is this man at our wedding?” My fiancée, who had sworn since childhood that she would marry no one but me, hurried to soothe her senior: “Darling, don’t be mad. He’s the silly older brother who lives next door. He insisted on playing house with me.” All the villagers were waiting to see me make a fool of myself. But I made no fuss. I simply handed the groom’s boutonniere to her senior and walked away. Seeing how meekly I played along, my fiancée smiled and promised me: “Unlike you, a poor delivery guy, my senior earns twenty thousand a month at a big company. In a few years, he’ll be able to build a huge house in the countryside.” “Don’t worry. Since you worked so hard to put me through school, I’ll call you my big brother. I won’t leave you behind when I’m living in luxury.” What she didn’t know was that my wealthy biological parents had just found me. I’d rushed to get married because I was afraid they wouldn’t accept her. But now, I don’t want to go through with this wedding either.