The Ex-Boyfriend's Wedding Invite and My Counterattack Chapter 1

Fifteen days after we broke up, my ex texted me, inviting me to his wedding.

My vision went dark, and I replied: "My sister passed away in a car accident three days ago."

"Her last words were that her biggest regret was breaking up with you and not marrying you."

"On her behalf, I wish you a happy marriage."

That ought to make him feel guilty enough to die.

Heh.

The very next day, my ex showed up at my hometown, looking travel-worn and exhausted.

And there I was, in the middle of a blind date, saying: "I'm three months pregnant, you don't mind, right?"

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My boyfriend, Arthur Vance, treated me incredibly well.

He gave me an allowance of $15,000 a month, bought me a house and a car, and planned out my career path.

He helped me take my boss out to dinner, which got me a promotion and a raise.

He was practically the ideal boyfriend.

Until I bumped into him on a blind date.

Only then did I realize he wasn't just dating me.

He was keeping me as his little canary.

Son of a bitch.

I begged him on the spot to delay his marriage. I could still be his little bird for a while longer.