After My Fiancé Schemed Three Million From Me, I Went Ruthless

Right before the wedding, my best friend suddenly called me. "Pauline, please, lend me some money. I'm sick, and the treatment costs three million." "Without that money I'll die. Please, save me!" A cold sweat broke over me, and I turned to call my fiancé. But I called ninety-nine times, and he never picked up once. All I could do was scrape it together from every source I had, even taking out a loan to make up the amount.