This Goddess, I Don't Want Her Anymore — Novel

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Dylan never expected his world to shatter in a single day. With a carefully planned proposal that was meant to be the happiest moment of his life, he finds himself crushed under the weight of betrayal and grief. As he mourns the loss of his beloved grandfather, the one person who believed in him, he discovers that the girl he adored, Christa, has not only abandoned him but has also found solace in the arms of another. Can love turn so cruelly to betrayal in the blink of an eye?

With rumors swirling around campus, Dylan's pain becomes a spectacle, and the only people he thought he could rely on—his friends and family—seem to turn away as he grapples with the fallout. Anger and heartbreak fuel a desperate need for revenge, but as he spirals deeper into darkness, he must confront the reality of his choices. Will he succumb to the bitterness of betrayal, or can he find a way to rise from the ashes?

As he navigates the wreckage of his relationships, a familiar face from his past reemerges. Della, a childhood friend who warned him against Christa, offers a glimmer of hope. But can trust be rebuilt when the heart is so bruised? In a world where love can turn to heartbreak so quickly, what does it really mean to let go?

This Goddess, I Don't Want Her Anymore1

At 9 a.m., the proposal venue was finally set up with the help of our mutual friends.

I felt extremely satisfied imagining the surprised expression on Christa's face later.

Beep…

My phone beeped three times and then it was hung up.

I thought maybe Christa accidentally hit the wrong button, so I made the second and third calls.

But my fifth call still got hung up.

I started to get a little anxious.

After we got together, Christa became very busy, and I understood her.

After all, Christa was already a somewhat famous star in her junior year.

But I was sure that Christa did not have any work today.

My roommate Matthew Gomez patted my shoulder and asked with concern, "What happened?"

I waved my hand and replied, "It's okay. She should be busy."

Being an artist would meet many unexpected situations.

Sure enough, Christa sent me a message: [Busy.]

I planned to call her when she was free.

I waited for her until noon, with the June sun scorching the earth and my body soaked in sweat.

Even the carefully selected bouquet started to wilt.

Passing classmates began to whisper.

I was getting a little anxious, so I was about to activate the second plan.