When Love Falls Into Sorrow

The day I began working, I found out that the boyfriend I’d picked up off the street was actually a rich young man from the capital’s elite circle.

His fiancée sneered at me, “You’re nothing but a bit of fun for us when we’re bored.”

“You didn’t really think you were some kind of heroine here to save him, did you?”

I was humiliated, my lips trembling.

I couldn’t forgive myself—how could I have spent half of my father’s lifesaving money to help him? I even dropped out of school, working three jobs every day, foolishly treating him as the second most important person in my life.