Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 1

"Half a month from now, your sister will be marrying my boyfriend. Aren't you going to do something about it?"

In the romantically lit restaurant, Alison sat in a white dress, gazing at the man across from her—cold as snow.

"What do you want me to do?"

The man, Arthur Bridgewater, carried an air of quiet nobility, his posture impeccable, his tone calm and measured.

Alison curled her lips into a slight smile. "Since your sister stole my boyfriend, why don't you make it up to me? Let's get married on the same day as them."

Arthur lifted his gaze at her words. After a moment of silence, he slowly rose to his feet and turned to leave.

The light in Alison's eyes dimmed instantly.

She wasn't surprised by his reaction.

After all, Arthur was well known in their social circle as an unattainable figure, distant and uninterested in women. She had prepared herself for his refusal, knowing how absurd her proposal sounded.

But just as she was about to give up, a voice, cool as a winter breeze, reached her ears—

"That day, wait for me to marry you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur disappeared into the restaurant's exit.

Alison froze, stunned.

It took her a long time to regain her senses, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Did she… succeed? Just like that?

Not knowing how long she had sat there trying to calm herself, Alison finally decided to leave.

Just as she was about to stand up, the restaurant doors suddenly swung open.

Her pupils constricted at the sight of the person walking in.

It was none other than her boyfriend—Maxwell Grayson.

At that moment, he was holding the hand of a delicate young woman, his gaze impossibly tender as he looked at her.

They walked toward a reserved table. Like a true gentleman, Maxwell pulled out a chair for Bella White and helped her sit down.

After ordering a few dishes, he turned to the girl beside him, his eyes filled with warmth. "Greedy little kitten, I ordered all your favorites. Let me know if you want anything else."

When the food arrived, he meticulously cut her steak, tied her hair back, and even gently wiped her lips with a napkin.

His care was practiced—so natural, so effortless. As if he had done it a thousand times before.

But today… today was his seventh anniversary with Alison.

On her phone, the last message from Maxwell was still glaringly visible, "Alison, I have to work late today. Don't wait up for me."

Sitting nearby, Alison quietly observed the scene before her, the corners of her lips curling into a bitter smile.

She couldn't remember the last time they had sat down and finished a meal together.

He had even forgotten their anniversary.

So this was what he meant by being busy.

She still remembered a time when Maxwell never missed an occasion with her. They had endless conversations, and he always surprised her in different ways.

But now…

It was as if he had forgotten that it was him who had fallen for her at first sight.

It was him who had pursued her relentlessly, confessing his love ninety-nine times.

It was him who had risked his life in a deadly race just to win her a necklace she had once admired.

He had once loved her so fiercely, with a passion that melted the ice around her heart.

And she had finally been moved. She had chosen him.

For seven years, he had spoiled her beyond reason. She had once believed their love would last forever.

Until Bella appeared.

His best friend's little sister.

At twenty, she reminded Alison too much of herself from years ago—vibrant, lively, full of life.

Maxwell doted on Bella the same way he used to love Alison.

He would comb through the entire city to buy Bella her favorite cake.

He would stay up all night at the hospital, tirelessly looking after her when she was sick.

He had even bought her an entire estate just because she casually mentioned liking it.

For our anniversary, I'll give you the perfect gift—making your dream come true.

After leaving the restaurant, Alison returned home.

The first thing she did was gather all the memories of the past seven years.

Thousands of photos, countless matching couple items…

And the love journals Maxwell had once written for her.

The pages had yellowed with time, but they remained neat and intact.

Since the day he fell in love with her, he had meticulously recorded his emotions, their love story, in those pages.

At first, he wrote every single day.

Then it became once a week.

Then once a month.

Eventually, months would pass before he would write again.

And now—

It had been an entire year since he last touched the journal.

He must have forgotten all about it.

Forgotten about writing in it.

Forgotten how much he once loved her.

Alison let out a self-deprecating laugh, wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and packed everything into a box.

Then, she picked up the box, walked outside, and without hesitation—

Tossed it all into the trash.

Starting today, she was throwing away this seven-year-long relationship.

Throwing away Maxwell.

Forever.