My Fiancèe Married Her Best Friend While I Was Locked AwayChapter 1
Seven years ago, at the engagement banquet, I broke the left leg of my fiancée's childhood friend.
Less than a month after I was sentenced to prison, the two of them went and obtained their marriage certificates.
Who didn't know that I would dare to do anything to pursue Sheena?
Everyone was waiting to see how I would take revenge once I got out of prison.
Yet unexpectedly, the first thing I did after my release was to completely withdraw from their circle and disappear without a trace.
It was drizzling that day when I went to the high-speed rail station to pick up a passenger.
She didn't say a word after getting into the car, her gaze blank and dazed.
I forced a professional smile and started, "Hello. May I have the last digits of your phone number?"
Her lips tightened instantly. "Charles... you..."
"Don't even remember my number?"
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"Sorry. It's the platform's rule. I can only provide service after the last digits are confirmed," I replied calmly.
The car fell into silence. Only the rhythmic swish of the wipers and the low hum of the engine filled the space.
Finally, Sheena recited her number.
I followed the navigation and drove onto the main road, fixing my eyes on the road ahead.
It was as if the person sitting beside me was nothing more than an ordinary passenger.
Her breathing was light, and she hesitated several times as if wanting to speak.
Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt—a gesture I knew all too well. It meant she was struggling intensely inside.
"Charles..." She finally spoke again. "How are you doing now?"
I kept my gaze forward, maintaining a professional smile. "Pretty good. Plain and ordinary."
Driving, eating, sleeping—no ups and downs.
"It's the life I want."
"You're lying!" She retorted immediately, turning her head to stare at my profile.
"How could you possibly get used to this? Don't you know what kind of life you used to live?"
"There were drivers to take you everywhere, custom-made clothes, and even the water you drank had to be airlifted from abroad."
"Now you're driving a ride-hailing car and living..."
She stopped short and didn't finish the sentence.
But the pity and disbelief hidden in those unfinished words were painfully clear.
I smiled, but didn't respond.