"If you're unhappy, take it out on me. Don't make things difficult for her."
Before I could respond, Rachel's mother stood up to play peacemaker.
"That's right, Ivan. We all agreed to this."
"We've known Tyler since he was little. He and Rachel are like real siblings—there's no way he'd ever do anything to hurt your relationship. You can put your mind at ease."
"And besides, the child is already conceived. You wouldn't expect my daughter to abort it and commit such a sin, would you? You're a grown man—don't be so narrow-minded."
Watching their seamless switch between public smiles and private arrogance, I felt nothing but cold amusement.
I took off my ring and tossed it toward Rachel.
"Auntie, you're overthinking it. I'm just here to cancel the engagement."
Then I looked straight at her.
"Rachel, we're done."
Her face immediately took on that familiar here we go again expression.
And why wouldn't it? Ever since Tyler returned to the country, I'd proposed breaking up more than ten times.
Each time, I ended up talking myself into staying—then crawling back obediently.
She was probably confident that after ten years of chasing her, I'd never find anyone better.