His Fake Wedding, My Real Love

The wedding was imminent, but my fiancé wanted to marry the female college student I had been sponsoring.

It was all because she said her mother, back in the countryside, was gravely ill and hoped to see her daughter married before she passed.

But during the years when Niccolo Krenn was at his lowest, it was me who stood by his side, supporting him without complaint. This wedding was supposed to be mine.

When I confronted Niccolo, my eyes red with frustration, questioning why he was turning his back on me, he only looked at me with reproach.