I'm the One Who Truly Matters

My fiancé had a beloved first love.

I went to bring him medicine in the middle of the night, helped him dispel rumors that he'd spent the night with a celebrity, and even jumped into a pool to save him in the dead of winter.

In the end, it had all been a cruel game he played with me.

He said I was just one of his many devoted admirers, someone he was only playing with.

After he put me through hell, I broke off our engagement.

Then he started regretting it.

He shamelessly kept begging me to get back together.

Oh, so he finally realized I was his beloved first love all along?