You’re Playing Ranked with Your Guy Best Friend? Then I’m Calling Off the Wedding

At the Civil Affairs Bureau, we were one final signature away from registering our marriage when my girlfriend of seven years, Zhao Jiayi, stared at her phone and said, “Can’t you wait a minute? My best guy friend is in his King rank-up match. He can’t lose!” I reminded her that people were waiting behind us, but her hands shook and her team got wiped out. She pointed at me and let loose: “Why are you in such a hurry to get some stupid certificate? You’re such a pathetic loser, you’ll never be able to afford a decent meal. I’m the only one who’d marry you!” Her guy friend was still taunting me over voice chat, all sugary sweetness. Looking at the half-completed marriage registration form, I smiled. To test what I thought was true love, I’d taken off my designer suit and spent seven years pretending to be a poor delivery boy. Every month, I secretly covered ten thousand yuan of her rent, making her think she could afford a luxury apartment on just three thousand. And this was how she repaid me: on the day we were supposed to register our marriage, she trampled my dignity for her guy friend. Right in front of her, I tore up the marriage application. “Aren’t you in a hurry to play your rematch? Then you’ll never get married in this lifetime.” As I walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, I called a number I hadn’t contacted in seven years. “Uncle Wang, send a car to pick me up. I’m done pretending.” I canceled her supplementary credit card, stopped paying the fifteen-thousand-yuan rent on her luxury home, and put pressure on her company. When she gets kicked out and is drowning in online loans, she’d better not come crawling back to beg me for forgiveness!