At My Ex-Boyfriend's Wedding, My Best Friend Pushed Me Onto the Stage Chapter 1

On the first day I returned home, I had dinner with my best friend Lucy White.

During that time, Lucy stared at the ring on my right ring finger and said, "Nancy Jackson, are you really married?"

I was slightly stunned and nodded.

Lucy hesitated to speak, with a look of pity on her face, "I thought you came back for Ron Smith. He is getting married."

I didn't expect that after five years, when I heard the name again, my heart would still skip a beat, "It's all in the past. I've forgotten it."

Lucy didn't believe it, "Don't be so stubborn. You and Ron made such a big deal out of it back then. I don't believe you can forget him."

I looked at the wine glass in my hand and thought of my extremely grand engagement ceremony five years before, which had been ruined by Ron.

The Smith family was at the height of its power at that time. After that incident, Ron was taken to the police station, and a few days later I was arranged to go abroad.

I thought Ron would hate me so much and never see me again in the life, but I didn't expect that the day before I was leaving the country, Ron stood in front of the Smiths' villa until late at night.

In the biting cold wind, his face turned pale and his voice trembled. "Nancy, you think you can play with the feelings of poor people as you please?"

He held me down with both hands, and the cold rain poured down.

I didn't know what he meant by that. He was the one who found me annoying and had another woman in his heart. He even went to see his childhood sweetheart Ada Bell on our anniversary. Why did he say that to me?

The belated affection was cheap. I angrily broke off his hands that were on my shoulders and told him, "Ron, I'm tired of you."

Then I jogged all the way and didn't dare to look back.

After going abroad, I cut off all contact with him, but I often dreamed of Ron wearing a thin white shirt, standing in front of my house alone.

He, the God's favored one, degenerated because of me, a cynical rich girl. He must have hated me, right?

Lucy said I was cruel and mean.

Ron was once a legendary figure in Ala University. Apart from his poor family background, his academic performance and appearance always topped the list of Ala University's Wall of Fame.

I smiled, "So it seems like I ruined him."

I was four years older than Ron.

When I met him, I was 26 and he was 22.

At that time, I was just taken back to the Jackson family. My biological father and stepmother didn't love me. The only fun I had was to go against my father.

When attending the investment promotion event of Ala University, Ron spoke as a student representative.

I fell in love with the cool and thin boy in a white shirt at first sight.

After the event, out of politeness, he told me that his name was Ron Smith.

"My name is Nancy Jackson. You can call me Miss Jackson or Nancy."

When we shook hands, I looked at him charmingly and tickled his palm teasingly.

He avoided me in a panic, and the disgust and contempt in his eyes were particularly obvious.

After that, I didn't go to Ala University for a long time and gradually forgot about him.

Until one day, I was forced by my father to attend a social event, and someone deliberately made me drink.

I walked to the door with unsteady steps and two men surrounded me.

During the struggle, I slapped one of them, and just when he was getting angry, Ron appeared.

He was wearing a hotel waiter's uniform. When he saw it was me, his expression froze, as if he didn't want to save me.

I grabbed him with both hands, leaning towards and against him, "Take me away."

After looking at me for a while, Ron finally picked me up.

He looked thin, but his chest gave me an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

When Ron left the police station, he had several bruises on his face and was fired from the hotel.

He suppressed his emotions the whole time, but I laughed very happily.

When he was about to leave me at the hotel front desk, I raised my eyebrows and kissed him in front of everyone. That was his first kiss.

He pushed me away in an instant as if he was contaminated by something dirty, and his face was turning red and white with anger.