I was Blinded by Your LoveChapter 1

On the eve of our engagement, my boyfriend got drunk at a gathering with his friends.

I stood outside the private room, ready to take him home, but I accidentally overheard him bragging to his friends:

"My girlfriend is totally devoted to me."

His friends praised him and asked him to share his secrets on how to keep his woman in check.

He said, "It was nothing. I just drove four hours across provinces to visit her."

I was touched at first, but then I heard his next sentence:

"She was young, pretty, and clean back then. Even when you factor in the tolls and gas, it was still cheaper than hiring a prostitute."

My heart sank into an icy abyss.

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We were about to get married, and the beautiful dream I had held onto for years was suddenly shattered.

Inside, I could still hear his clear, pleasant voice: "You guys better not tell her."

"All these years, she’s always believed I truly loved her, saying she’ll never forget the way my eyes sparkled when I was drenched in the rain."

One of his friends, even more drunk than him, slurred, "Bro, you’re really lucky to have found someone that dumb."

Someone else snickered: "Bro, you and your fiancée didn’t meet at a brothel, did you?"

The room erupted in laughter.

I felt dizzy, glancing at the room number, hoping the person who said those words only sounded like Ryan Hale.

But the conversations continued, and Ryan's distinct, gentle voice destroyed the last bit of hope I had.

He jokingly cursed, tossing a beer bottle on the floor:

"I’ll rip your mouth off for saying something like that!"

"Don’t tell her, or I’ll lose my control over her."

While the room buzzed with laughter, my heart felt as cold as a frosty day in February.

Up until that moment, I thought I had found true love—slow-cooked affection in a fast-food era.

I never imagined I had encountered a devil in human disguise.

"Bro, that was years ago. Are you still looking for someone now?"

Ryan’s tone sounded extremely proud:

"Not yet, I’ll wait until I get bored with her."

I was so angry I felt dizzy, clutching the door to keep from vomiting.

Just from how he belittled me in front of his friends,

there was no way I could continue this relationship.

A server noticed my dazed expression and pushed the door open, delivering a case of beer.

The laughter in the room abruptly stopped when they saw me.

Ryan, his face splashed with alcohol, froze on the spot.