After I Left, My Fiancé Who Wanted Out Regretted It

Synopsis

Julian had two loyal dogs he just couldn't shake off. One was his Alaskan Malamute. The other was me. Years of eager-to-please devotion just made me the person he summoned the most—and dismissed the easiest. I thought I'd finally graduated from pathetic lapdog to someone irreplaceable. Then, the day before our wedding, he crashed his car street racing for Sabrina. I rushed to the hospital, only to see his bare chest. There was no heart transplant scar. The blood drained from my face. "Where is his transplant scar?" "Don't curse my son." Mr. Whitmore's face darkened. "Julian's heart is perfectly fine. He never had open-heart surgery." Suddenly, it hit me. For four whole years, I had the wrong man. On the day he was discharged, Julian demanded to break off our engagement—again, for Sabrina. Everyone waited to see me lose control.