Sorry, I'm Marrying Your Billionaire Father Now

On our fifth anniversary, Julian knelt in front of a crowd to propose, but I hesitated.

After a long pause, I decided to trust him one last time.

But as expected, right before the ring could slide onto my finger—

Chloe appeared.

Claiming to be Julian’s "rival," she snatched the ring and slid it onto her own finger.

It fit perfectly.

"Julian, you stole my project. Consider this ring compensation. Fair, right?"

Julian chuckled, his voice carrying the spoiled indulgence I was so used to:

"Chloe, don’t push it."

He turned to me, ready to brush it off like he always did: