The Canary In My Fiancé's Cage

Synopsis

On the night of the top-tier socialite charity event, the poverty student I sponsored suddenly updated a post. "Mr. Chapman says I'm his little princess." In the photo, the girl I sponsored was wearing the wedding dress my fiancé had designed for me, shyly nestled in Houston's arms. Houston's face wasn't visible, but the mole on his Adam's apple was unmistakable. It was my fiancé, Houston Chapman. I stared at the photo, about to screenshot and confront him. Then, in the next moment, my grandmother's heirloom emerald appeared on the auction stage. I narrowed my eyes, snapped a picture, and sent it straight to Houston. "This is my property, isn't it? Why did the host say the donor is Willow Frost? If I call the police now, who will be in jail, Willow or you?" As the message showed "sent," the big screen displayed the face of the donor, Willow. And there, by her side, was Houston, looking at her with doting eyes. Everyone was curious who Willow was, assuming she was the precious daughter of some rich family in Redfield. I stood up, walked straight to Houston, and said, "If you don't respond to my text, does that mean you'll answer my question in person?"