Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

On my wedding day, the high school bully who once tormented me crashed the ceremony.

I believed Carsten Morgan would stand firmly by my side.

But he let go of my hand and walked decisively toward her.

Later, when I sued the bully and exposed her past harassment, Carsten suppressed the case.

He even countersued me for defaming her reputation.

Overnight, I became the internet's laughingstock.

At a banquet, Carsten sneered with contempt, "Those scars on your body disgust me."

He added, "Give up. I've got a filthy-rich uncle backing me. You can't win."

The next moment, the uncle he bragged about wrapped an arm around my waist.

He whispered softly in my ear, "If I send them all to prison, will you choose me?"

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"Mr. Carsten Morgan, do you take Miss Amelia Waston to be your wife? Mr. Morgan?"

The man beside me snapped back to reality at the question.

He noticed the curiosity in my eyes.

He hesitated, looking dazed.

The guests watched us closely.

I gently squeezed his hand.

I whispered with concern, "What's wrong, Carsten?"

A shadow flickered in Carsten's eyes.

He forced a faint smile as he looked at me.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the auditorium doors burst open.

A frantic, tearful voice rang out, "Carsten! Didn't you say you'd only marry me?"

The words stunned the crowd, who turned to look.

A beautiful woman in a wedding dress stood there, eyes red, staring at my groom.