**Chapter 1**

My fiance posted a video clip on SnapChat, and forgot to mute the sound.

From the background, I heard a man call her name: Would you ever use your hand to help him with his needs?

Chloe answered, No.

I earn a seven-figure salary; he's just a lapdog I keep around.

I forced a bitter smile, tossing the pink diamond ring I held. I messaged my dad: "Dad, I'll agree to the arranged marriage. Fire Chloe from the company."

Then I called the wedding planner.

"Hello, for the wedding ten days from now, the bride's name needs to be changed. Yes, we're swapping her out."

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"Mmm, we'll discuss the details when we meet."

I hung up, and Chloe emerged from the bathroom.

Her hair was half-dry, steam rising from her bathrobe.

Normally, she took half an hour to shower, but today she'd taken a full hour.

She glanced at the laptop on the table, still open, and quickly snapped it shut. Frowning, she asked me:

"Who were you just on the phone with?"

I told her truthfully it was the wedding planner.

Chloe visibly relaxed, certain I hadn't seen her chat history.

Otherwise, knowing my temper, I would have caused a huge scene, forcing her to fire Brandon, just like I used to.

Brandon, Chloes new assistant hired about a year ago. A fresh-faced grad, full of youthful charm.

He was humorous, lively, and cute. Chloe really liked him, taking him along for overtime and business trips.

I'd get jealous, and wed often argue about it. Shed only agreed to marry me out of exasperation.

"The wedding's still ten days away; you don't need to be so meticulous."

Chloe said, her tone flat, betraying no hint of joy.

She probably thought I was just calling to remind the wedding planner about details.

After all, for five years we'd been together, every holiday and anniversary, Id personally planned everything down to the last detail, just to make her happy.

"Yeah."

No need to be meticulous now, since the person I was marrying was even more meticulous than I was.

The thought brought a bitter smile to my lips.

Chloe impatiently flipped her damp hair. "My hair's still wet!"

Before, every time she finished showering, Id patiently help her blow-dry her hair. But now, I didn't want to.

"Sorry, I have something important to do. You'll have to dry it yourself."

Chloe froze, her voice turning sharp:

"What could a house husband like you possibly be busy with?!"

"Your main job is to take care of me! You said that yourself, have you forgotten?"

A sharp, stinging pain bloomed in my chest.

Five years ago, I did say I would take good care of her, but now, I didn't want to.

"I don't want to take care of you anymore, Chloe."

With that, I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door without looking back.

Back home, I fell to my knees before my parents, full of regret.

"Mom, Dad, I was wrong! I'll agree to the family alliance. The wedding date stays, but the bride changes!"

My parents exchanged surprised glances, immediately asking what happened.

To be with Chloe, I'd cut ties with them and moved out five years ago.

A few months ago, when they learned I was going to marry Chloe, they finally couldn't stand it anymore.

They found me, saying they'd found a suitable match for methe heiress of the Sterling Group, and my childhood friend. She was clearly better than Chloe in every way.