My boyfriend comforted his sister at my birthday party and I chose to beat the magic with magic

#lovestory #drama #romantic
Nocel Synopsis：
On my birthday, my boyfriend Gavin stood me up for his "female bro." On the phone, his tone was very impatient. "Yara just went through a breakup and is in a bad mood; I have to stay with her." "We're just friends, you know that."
"Anna, can you be more understanding?" I looked at the table full of dishes I had made by hand, now cold, and hung up the phone. I didn't cry or make a fuss. I just calmly dialed another number.
"Hello, Lucas, I think I've been dumped." On the other end, the lazy voice of New York crown prince Lucas instantly tensed up. "Who?" "Where?" "Wait there, I'll be there in five minutes."
Half an hour later, a globally limited-edition Bugatti stopped downstairs in my rundown neighborhood. Lucas got out, strode over with his long legs, took off his custom suit jacket to wrap around me, and pulled me into his embrace scented with cool pine.
In front of me, he called Gavin back and put it on speaker. His voice was arrogant and contemptuous. "Gavin, how dare you bully my sister?" "From today on, she's mine." "Oh, forgot to tell you, we're just pure friends—don't overthink it."
"Lucas...? How are you with Anna?" On the other end, Gavin was completely stunned, his voice stuttering. Lucas sneered. "Do I need to report to you that I'm with my sister?"
He tightened his arms, pulling me deeper into his embrace. "Aren't you supposed to be with your Yara? Go ahead and accompany her well; don't get distracted." "Anna's got me here." With that, he hung up directly, not giving Gavin a chance to say a word.
He looked down at me, the arrogance in his eyes instantly turning to heartache. "Why are your hands so cold?" I didn't speak, just looked at him.
It had been seven years. I had been with Gavin for seven years. From university to work, I had accompanied him in eating the cheapest cafeteria meals and living in rented rooms without heating. I thought we would get married.
Today was my twenty-eighth birthday; I spent the whole day making his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, cola chicken wings, and seafood soup. In the end, I only got a call from him canceling our date.