When I got home, my sister-in-law looked shocked. "You're calling off the wedding?" "No, she's marrying someone else." I gave a bitter smile. To be with Chloe, I had fought tooth and nail against my family's objections to finally get my parents' approval. We even scheduled the launch of the "True Love" jewelry collection on our wedding day. But now, it was all for nothing. My sister-in-law was stunned for a long while before saying, "Then I guess Stella is the only option. Her family's been pressuring her to get married, and she's been looking for a match recently." I frowned. Stella was my arch-nemesis. On my engagement day, she had even cursed that my marriage would fall apart. Who knew her words would come true. Time was tight, so I could only say, "Alright, it's her then. Can you ask about her intentions? If not, I'll have to find another way." My sister-in-law spoke quickly, "No need to ask, she'll definitely agree." "What?" Before I could ask further, a group of people surrounded me. "Are you Chloe's fiancé? You're so handsome!" "Are you here to pick up Chloe after work? You two are so sweet together." I gripped the steering wheel, lowering my eyes to hide the self-mockery in them. Chloe had introduced me to her colleagues and friends early on. In everyone's eyes, we were the enviable model couple. But who would have thought, she was about to marry someone else. After saying goodbye to everyone, Chloe got in the car and handed me a toy airplane. "Ryan asked me to give this to you. He said you embarrassed him at the funeral yesterday, so you should apologize when you have time." The airplane was a miniature version, obviously a freebie that came with buying the real product. I had seen it in Chloe's shopping cart a couple days ago. I said flatly, "I don't want it." Chloe frowned, "What are you upset about now? You barged into the funeral saying I wasn't his fiancée and embarrassed him. He didn't hold it against you and even thought to bring you a gift. How can you be so ungrateful?" The Chloe who used to protect me was gone. Now she cherished someone else. Chloe irritably opened the window for some air. After a while, seeing that I wasn't going to comfort her, she finally said, "Fine, today's a good day to try on wedding dresses. I won't argue with you." This was the first time she had backed down this year. When we arrived at the bridal shop, the attendant greeted us: "Miss Chloe, the 120 custom wedding gowns Mr. Li ordered for you are ready." But Chloe's attention wasn't on the dresses. She was looking down at her phone, her expression slightly urgent. Noticing my gaze, she quickly put away her phone, a hint of apology on her face: "William, something came up with Ryan. I need to rush over there right away. Can you help me pick out a dress? I trust your taste." With that, she hurriedly hailed a taxi and left, leaving me alone. The attendant came over tentatively and asked, "Mr. Li, will you be selecting the dress yourself?" I looked away and nodded. Of course I would choose a dress. But not for Chloe. After all, there was a new bride now. I drove home, thinking Chloe would be gone all night. But she returned before dinner. She strode over to me, holding a takeout box. "I went all over town to buy this for you - dim sum from Hei Rui's." I looked at the box of shrimp dumplings. There were three fewer than usual, and one had a bite mark, clearly eaten by someone. Half an hour ago, I had seen Ryan's social media post. The photo was of the very meal in front of me. "My wife still remembers to buy me late night snacks. Thanks honey, muah!" I put down my chopsticks with a self-deprecating smile, instantly losing my appetite. "I don't want it. Throw it away." Chloe looked at me with displeasure, but held back from lashing out. She sat down next to me and complained: "You have no idea how pitiful Ryan was today. My parents went to his place demanding a bride price. He was so upset he cried." "Ryan just got back to the country and doesn't have much money. I was thinking of giving him my bride price first." She shook my arm, as if trying to act cute. I looked at her sarcastically, "So I'm supposed to pay the bride price for your husband?"