My fiancé fell for his intern and insisted on breaking our engagement. I kindly advised him, "She has no background and can't help you become the Koster family heir. Why not keep her as your mistress for now?" The intern, feeling humiliated, jumped to her death in public. Five years later, his first act as heir was to divorce me and destroy my family. "This is what you owe Vivian." When I woke again, it was my twenty-second birthday party. My fiancé's grandpa asked what I wished for. "I hope Mr. Koster and Miss White... live happily ever after, till death do them part." I bowed forward, "Mr. Koster, I want to break off my engagement with Gabriel."