Chapter 2The Fiancée He Forgot

Coming back to the present.

Those arguments felt like a lifetime ago.

I had reconnected with Mr. Vance long ago.

When Ethan wasn't home, I visited Mr. Vance many times. But every time I mentioned breaking the engagement, he said to wait and see.

I was going back this time mainly to start a business.

I wanted Mr. Vance's experienced advice on whether my idea was feasible.

I didn't expect that telling them a month in advance would cause such a huge reaction from Ethan, making him think I was coming back to fulfill the engagement.

Thinking of something, I walked to my desk, opened the drawer, and took out my old phone.

I tried searching for the OP's account with my main account.

Found out his account had blocked my main account.

Everything was clear.

I hadn't been in touch with Ethan for too many years. He didn't know I had changed all my accounts.

The algorithm pushed his burner account's post to my new account.

Thinking of this, I felt a bit melancholic.

When we were young and naive, we didn't think being fiancés was bad. We even thought being together forever was wonderful.

We didn't understand.

The word "forever" can sometimes weigh as heavy as a curse.

In high school, he gained a clear understanding of responsibility.

I, the designated fiancée, was like a cage binding his freedom.

After growing up, I had been trying to break the engagement.

Facing Mrs. Vance, I couldn't be too obvious, or it would seem like I disliked her son.

"Why ask this suddenly, Mrs. Vance? Is Ethan dating someone?"

I knew.

Mrs. Vance didn't want me as a daughter-in-law.

But she also felt guilty towards me.

If not for working for Mr. Vance, my only relative wouldn't have left me.

Hearing this, she sighed in relief. "No, he's not dating."

"I have an idea, I don't know if you agree. You're both grown up now, but haven't experienced much. You shouldn't be limited by a paper engagement. How about I adopt you as my daughter?"

Hearing this, I smiled relaxedly. "That sounds great. I have no objections."

She was probably still worried, emphasizing, "Okay, when you come back, your Uncle... your Dad and I will take you to change the household registration. If we do it, we do it as real family!"

I agreed happily. "Great! Remember to prepare a gift for me, Mom!"