After My Boyfriend Neglected Me, I Accepted the Arranged Marriage Planned for MeBook1-Chapter 1
The day Kael Ellison’s first love returned to the country, he brought her straight into our home without a second thought. Not a single word of consultation, not even a warning. When I confronted him, his reply was as cold as stone. “Kaia lost her sight unexpectedly. I gave her my word to support her. It’s my responsibility to take her in.” His unapologetic tone stung as though my feelings were an afterthought.
When I fell ill, he didn’t spare me a single day off work, yet he carved out two full months from his schedule to play the ever-doting caretaker for Kaia Jennings.
One afternoon, Kaia tripped over one of the delivery boxes by the doorway, hitting her forehead in the process.
His eyes burned with distress, yet his voice was cold as ice when he scolded me. “Take your pile of junk and leave!”
I nodded without a word, my composure steady. “Alright,” I replied simply.
Without looking back, I made the call that changed everything. “Elder sister, I’ve decided to return home for the arranged marriage.”
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On the other end of the line, my sister’s laughter rang with unrestrained joy. “So, you’ve finally decided to leave that little boyfriend of yours? I’ve been telling you for years, he was never right for you. Nothing good was ever going to come from it.”
Her next words hit like a dagger wrapped in silk, cutting deeper than I expected. “Besides, all this time, has he ever once acknowledged you in public? Not even once.”
Her voice was light, but her words felt like quiet needles piercing through my chest. The truth she so easily spoke had always been there, painfully clear to everyone else. And yet, I had been the only one blind to it.
I drew a deep breath, forcing a smile that barely reached my eyes. “Sis, aren’t you heading to Riverdale City for your business trip in seven days? I’ll come back then. Arrange for me to meet him.”
The call ended, and before I could gather my thoughts, a quiet presence emerged behind me.
Kael stepped into view, his movements unhurried as he reached for a ceramic cup from the cabinet. He raised an eyebrow, his voice casual but probing. “Who are you meeting? What kind of person?”
The truth lingered on the tip of my tongue, my matchmaking prospect. But the words refused to leave.
I shook my head, keeping my face unreadable. “No one. Just a friend.”