It's giving runaway wives and we're here for it!

Chapter 1 When my BIT Reika suddenly vanished for a month, I left my countryside home to hunt down her bastard fiancé. It all started with a breaking news alert I received: #Capital Prince Kicks Out Party Troublemaker Only to Please His Fiancée#f Capital Prince? Wasn't that my bestie Reika's fiancé Ethan Mitchell? A month ago, she'd gone to discuss wedding plans with him. Since then, complete radio silence. Yet the people I sent to check said Reika was fine. So I quickly clicked the video, expecting to see how she was doing. But the "troublemaker" I saw in the video was Reika herself.

Hair disheveled, face gaunt, begging the sneering crowd around her. Meanwhile, Ethan watched coldly with another woman in his arms. The guests tore into Reika. "This psycho thinks she can mess with Mr. Mitchell?" "This crazy woman even claims to be Miss Thompson's best friend. Please! Sayaka Thompson - the country's top designer, sole heiress of Thompson Group. We all know her best friend is supposedly Mr. Mitchell's fiancée. How dare she even say such a thing?!" "Delusional nobody still chasing her Cinderella fantasy?

How ridiculous!" Security dragged her out while blood streaked the marble where she'd fallen. Through it all, Ethan just comforted his new woman. Seeing all this, with hands trembling with fury, I immediately booked the next flight. Well, well. Time to meet this so-called 'REAL BESTIE' of mine! Just before boarding my flight, another headline dominated the news: Ethan Mitchell throws a high-profile engagement party for his fiancée. Inviting all the big shots in the circle. The flashy headline took center stage, impossible to miss.

I furiously forwarded the news to Ethan and confronted him: "Which mistress of yours is this?" Ethan didn't reply until after I'd landed. "Sayaka Thompson! Watch your mouth. Sure, the Mitchell family got where we are thanks to the Thompsons, but you can't question my feelings for Reika!" Seeing his message, I snorted coldly. So you know the Mitchells owe everything to us. If I hadn't seen that video with my own eyes, seen my best friend dragged out like garbage, I might actually believe you're devoted.

Reika - we started our design studio together, built everything from scratch through our own hard work. Even during our toughest times, I'd never seen her humiliated like that. How could this happen? How could she change so drastically in just one month? Suppressing my rage, I called Felix Parker. Felix was my mother's arranged marriage prospect and Ethan's close friend. It took eighteen calls before he finally answered. "Who the hell keeps calling? Are you insane?" "It's me, Sayaka Thompson." Hearing my name, Felix's attitude instantly softened.

"Sayaka, what's up?" "Get me an invitation to Ethan's engagement party." Felix's voice turned sickeningly sweet: "Sayaka, you want to attend Ethan's engagement? I can pick you up, personally escort you..." I cut him off coldly. "Not necessary. Just send the invitation. I'm away on a design trip - no time to go back." I hung up immediately and waited for him to send someone with the invitation. And I had deliberately hidden my identity, telling Felix it was for a friend to avoid suspicion. The moment I got the invitation, I took a cab to the engagement venue.

But just as the taxi stopped, a car slammed into us from behind. My body lurched forward, head smashing into the front seat. Before I could react, the other driver jumped out and stormed towards our car, aggressive as hell. "Are you blind? What are you stopping here for?" "This is Mr. White's reserved parking spot - how dare you take it?" The taxi driver was just an honest working man who didn't want trouble. "Sorry, sorry, we'll move right away." He kept apologizing as he drove off. "Miss, I'm afraid you'll have to walk the rest of the way.

Sorry about that." I shook my head, saying it was fine. Touching the bump on my forehead from the impact, I grimaced as I walked to the venue entrance, only to be stopped. It was that same driver from the crash. Behind him stood a man in a custom suit that he wore like a nouveau riche showoff. The driver shoved me roughly, yelling. "So you're the one trying to steal Mr. White's parking spot?" I stared at them speechlessly. What reserved spot? It was just a regular street in front of the venue. Seeing my silence, the driver got more aggressive.

"Do you know whose engagement party this is?" "Mr. White's sister! Mr. Mitchell's fiancé! Who the hell are you? What makes you think you're somebody?" The driver got more worked up, but the nouveau riche guy patted his shoulder. "Hey, hey, tone it down. Keep it low-key." Now I understood - this was their so-called Mr. White. Then he walked up to me, looking me up and down with disgust. "Where'd this hick come from? Mud all over your pants, clothes, and shoes. Carrying that ratty bag with hard-boiled eggs inside. Walking in there would probably..." He stared at me, adding word by word. "Dirty.

The. Damn. Floor." The driver shot me another contemptuous look. "Mr. White, look at this pathetic peasant. Country bumpkin. I know what's going on! She's trying to seduce Mr. Mitchell, just like that shameless woman yesterday!" "Dreaming of becoming Cinderella!" The driver laughed at me mockingly. "Women with your same delusions got thrown out of yesterday's party! There's still a bunch of homeless guys Before he could finish, I was so furious I slapped him hard across the face. A bright red handprint immediately appeared on his cheek, covering half his face. I glared at him.

Foul mouth didn't deserve to stay attached. outside..." "You, Fucking..." He pointed at me, wanting to hit back, but the nouveau riche guy stopped him. "Don't you dare start shit today." He called security over, threatening to kick me out. "This country bumpkin doesn't have an invitation throw her out!" Several security guards moved toward me. " I pulled the invitation from my bag and slapped it right across the nouveau riche guy's face.

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