Chapter 1

After Finding My Billionaire Parents, My Fiancée Deliberately Caused a Car Accident to Steal My Family Heirloom Pendant

She sent her male secretary to meet my parents instead.

When I begged for her help with a steel bar piercing my thigh, she was busy comforting her shocked male secretary.

Before leaving, she smashed my phone and said coldly, "You've enjoyed the benefits for so many years. Let Lucas have the pendant now."

Later, I was rescued by a kind passerby.

I lay unconscious in the hospital bed with no one visiting. When I woke up, I saw my fiancée and her male secretary sharing a passionate kiss, supposedly for a fundraising project.

The caption read: "No matter how many times, my heart will always lean towards you."

My heart finally died. I dialed my billionaire mother's number.

"Mom, cancel the grand wedding."

"Ethan, why cancel so suddenly? Did something happen?" The elegant woman's voice on the other end of the line was filled with worry.

I didn't want to trouble this mother who had only found her biological son when she was nearly fifty.

After making up an excuse, I hung up the phone.

The next second, Olivia pushed open the door, reeking of alcohol.

Her eyes were unfocused, and her silk shirt was wrinkled in several places.

Seeing me sitting on the sofa, her brows immediately furrowed.

"Where have you been messing around for the past two weeks? Your phone was off. I thought you might have died somewhere."

Her tone was accusatory.

She asked as if it was perfectly natural, seemingly forgetting that she was the one who left me on the road after the accident and smashed my phone.

When she didn't get an answer from me, Olivia clearly became impatient.

She irritably loosened the silk scarf around her neck and walked towards the bedroom.

A cluster of hickeys suddenly appeared in my line of sight.

I didn't know if it was the alcohol or if she simply didn't care about my feelings.

She made no attempt to hide them.

Even at this point, my heart still ached dully like it was being cut by a knife.

During the two weeks I spent recovering in the hospital, I might as well have been a living corpse.

I had multiple fractures, and the steel bar that pierced my thigh put me at risk of amputation.

But even so, I had hoped she would come to see me just once, even if only for a fleeting moment.

I would have made excuses for her as I had always done before.

And then continued to love her despite the pain.

But when I got my new phone, I saw this woman I had loved for eight years publicly embracing and kissing her male secretary, smiling shyly and charmingly.

The cheers of the crowd seemed to cast a filter of happiness around them.

Suppressing the bitterness rising in my throat, I took off the plain ring on my index finger and placed it on the table.

Olivia came out after her shower and saw this scene.

Her face darkened, and she quickly walked over, using all her strength to slap me across the face.

The force was heavy, and half of my face almost instantly swelled and went numb.

"Who told you to take it off? Have you forgotten what I said?" she demanded.

I met those angry eyes and spoke hoarsely:

"How could I forget?"

"Take off the ring, the vow is void, we're over."