[In the end, didn’t she still choose me over you?]
Right after those two lines, another message appeared, this time, a photo. Jenna’s hand, still wearing the engagement ring, was tightly entwined with Carson’s fingers.
[See this hand? She touched me with it last night. You’re engaged to her, but you’ve never even gotten a taste, have you?]
[She felt bad that I had no one to lean on. We did it in the office. So even if you marry her, you’re just getting what I’ve already had.]
Without a flicker of emotion, I closed the message and issued my command with ice in my voice.
“Tell Legal to wrap up all matters related to the engagement. I want it terminated.”
After all, I never had a taste for secondhand goods.
My father had already seen everything. The livestream captured the entire humiliation, the disgrace I suffered during my own birthday banquet.
He brought people with him to the venue to salvage the mess.
He didn’t hold back, not even in front of the reporters he brought.
“My son doesn’t need to cling to anyone to find a wife. This engagement ends today.”
“From this moment on, Jenna is no longer his fiancée. Their lives, their futures, they have nothing to do with each other anymore.”