On the eve of our wedding, my boyfriend used the six-figure wedding venue I’d designed to propose to his childhood sweetheart. They looked like a match made in heaven, their eyes full of tenderness and affection. My boyfriend of eight years knelt on one knee, holding a ring that didn’t fit me, and said, “Jiaojiao, you’re the only one I’ll ever love. Will you marry me?” I applauded and joined his parents in wishing the loving couple well. Then I canceled his cards, took back the villa in my name, and went home to inherit my billion-yuan fortune. But he grabbed his white-moonlight by the throat and said he’d only ever loved me.
