My Fiance Told Me He Had Found His True Love and Broke off Our Engagement. It’s Too Late To Ask Me To Get Back Together Now!

used to this kind of situation.

Annette sighed exaggeratedly without caring about the situation.

“But then again, it's hard being an aristocrat.
Everything is always decided for you.
I wonder if they don't know what the word 'flexible' means.”

“Indeed, there may be a lot of meaningless rules.”

“If it were me, I wouldn't make a rule about not being able to talk to someone above you until they talk to you.
What if there was an emergency? If you wait for them to speak to you first, it may be too late.”

“What do you mean, too late?” Edward asked Annette, and she tilted her head.

Her reddish-brown hair fell over her tanned face.

Her skin was healthy and different from the fine, white and delicate skin of the aristocrats, and her expression changed every time she said a sentence.

*The very first time I saw Annette, she looked so different from Mariabelle that I felt a burning sensation deep in my chest, *Edward thought.

“For example, if the pans are going to burn, assuming they haven't poured the oil in it, you won't speak until you are asked.”

Pans! Annette always says something funny, thought Edward.

Annette's cheeks puffed out as Edward bursts out laughing.

“That's not a laughing matter.
If the pans get burnt, it will be very hard to clean it off.”

Edward's smooth, manicured hands wrapped around Annette's, who was still saying this.

“You don't have to do that anymore.
You're going to be my wife.”

As they looked into each other's eyes, Mariabelle could only stare, as if she was being left behind.

The sound of her heartbeat seemed louder than before.

She would nullify a rule just to tell the king that a pan is going to burn…
how ridiculous could that be.

At first, she thought it was a joke, but the way Edward and Annette looked at each other, she knew it wasn't a joke at all.

Mariabelle has been working hard since she was a little girl to become Edward's wife and the future queen.

To think that all that effort had been taken away from her by such a common and clueless girl made her even sadder.

It was not that she wanted the position of a queen.

It was not that she loved Edward so much that she fell in love with him.

It's just that she had just been informed that all her efforts until now had been in vain…

That's what makes me sad.

If Annette's carefree smile is what won Edward's heart, it is something that Mariabelle could never have.

She felt as if she had been denied everything she had ever been—even the education she has received until now—and it hurts as though a needle has been pierced through her heart.

She hid all the turmoil in her heart and stared blankly at the lovers who laughed at each other with gentle smiles on their faces.