Sakkon no Cinderella refuses to lose her glass slipper. Amidst the dazzling ballroom lights, my so-called fiancé suddenly called off our wedding. His excuse? Something trivial and absurd.
I fought desperately to salvage our relationship, pleading with him to reconsider. But no matter how hard I tried, his mind was already made up. The humiliation burned deeper than the glittering chandeliers above.
Whispers spread through the crowd as guests exchanged pitying glances. My fairy tale had shattered in an instant, leaving me standing alone in my elegant gown.
Yet, deep down, a spark of defiance ignited. If this was how my story would unfold, then I’d rewrite it myself—no prince required. The clock hadn’t struck midnight, and I wasn’t about to run away.
Perhaps losing him was the best thing that could’ve happened. After all, a true Cinderella doesn’t wait for rescue—she takes control of her own destiny.
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