Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 10

On the way to register our marriage, Benjamin Smith stood me up.

I called him, and he calmly said,

“Sophia, I feel like our relationship has turned more into family affection. Why don’t we take some time to cool off?”

“Is it because of your little secretary?”

He paused before replying,

“It has nothing to do with her. I just think we should approach this marriage with a clearer mind. After all, marriage is a partnership—”

“I agree.”

Cutting off his rambling, I hung up.

Benjamin was never one to give lengthy explanations, and when he did, it always meant one thing: guilt.

Guilt over that little secretary.

I slumped over the steering wheel, my heart sinking into ice.

The company had started collaborating with a vocational school, bringing in a batch of interns. Among the plainly dressed students, one girl stood out.

Her smile was bright, and she wore a dress. She was immediately assigned to shadow the CEO’s secretary, while the others were redistributed.

The first day Benjamin came back, I heard him mention her.

I wanted to leave the bridal shop. No hand-holding, no talking—just walking side by side like strangers who used to know each other.

That evening was his brother’s birthday, and since we had mutual friends, I joined as well.

The room reeked of alcohol, so I stepped out for some fresh air. On my way back, I overheard their conversation.

“Life that never changes… it’s getting a bit dull,” Benjamin confessed.

His brother teased him, “You’re lucky to have such a beautiful, capable girlfriend. You don’t even know how good you have it. There are so many people who envy you.”

Benjamin downed a shot and said bitterly,

“If you want this ‘good fortune,’ you can have it.”