Part 1My Boyfriend Left Me Without Hesitation After His Goddess Slit Her Wrists

On the day of my engagement, my fiancé’s first love attempted suicide.

He told me it was a life-or-death situation and asked me to "be understanding."

Sure, I can be understanding.

The guests were already here, and they couldn’t have come for nothing.

So, I found a new groom on the spot.

Forget the engagement, let’s go straight to the wedding.

I was sitting in the Bridal Suite, dressed in my elegant wedding gown, waiting for the engagement ceremony to start.

But instead of someone coming to escort me to the ballroom, my best friend walked in, her face pale as a ghost.

“What happened?”

My brow twitched slightly as a bad feeling crept over me.

She stared at me for a long moment, grinding her teeth before she finally spoke.

“I told you to break up with Jack Linfield, but you didn’t listen. Now, on your engagement day, his first love is about to whisk him away!”

I was silent for a full five seconds.

“Samantha Shaw?”

“Who else?”

My best friend let out a cold laugh and glanced at the doorway just as my fiancé, Jack, walked in.

“Honestly, I don’t know where you found this one. Who abandons their fiancée at the engagement party because his ex cried a little on the phone?”

Jack, clearly catching the dig, didn’t look happy.

“Samantha...she tried to slit her wrists. It’s bad. I need to go check on her.”

“Check on her? Why? You’re not her family, and you’re definitely not her boyfriend. Why is it your business?”

My best friend smirked, stepping forward and taking my hand.

“He’s still hung up on her. Imagine being about to get engaged but worrying more about your ex. Bravo, Jack. That’s something to admire.”

Jack's expression darkened, ignoring her, and turned to me instead.

“Nina, I know today’s our engagement party. I didn’t want this to happen, but it’s a matter of life and death. I hope you can be understanding.”

I raised an eyebrow, looking at the man I’d been dating for six months, and then suddenly, I laughed.

“Sure, I understand. Go ahead.”

“Nina Woodson!”

My best friend stared at me in disbelief.

“You’re letting your fiancé leave his own engagement party to go check on another woman? Nina, do you want to be the laughingstock for the rest of your life?!”

I stood up, wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and gently pinched her cheek, forcing her to close her mouth.

“Go on, Jack. Hurry, before her wounds start healing on their own.”

I said it so sweetly.

Jack hesitated, sensing something was off, but didn’t think too much about it. He turned and practically ran out of the room.

My best friend broke free of my grip, eyes wide as she prepared to scream at me again, but I smiled brightly and spoke first.

“The engagement party? Oh, it’s definitely still happening.”

“With who? A ghost? Your groom just left.”

I wagged my finger with a knowing smile.

“Who said the engagement party has to be with Jack?”

My friend looked baffled as I slipped on my heels and strolled toward the ballroom.

Since my fiancé wasn’t cooperating, I didn’t mind swapping him out for a new groom.