The Jilted Bride's Ruthless Comeback

, only to overhear him celebrating his new marriage to his intern, Cortney.

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e's so devoted, she'd wait anoth

gether, AG Designs, and left. But Cortney wasn't done. She fram

d never seen. "You scheming bitch!" he roared, his hand closin

rely conscious, leaving me bleeding and broken. He

roken heart into something cold and hard

Carrillo pay for every scar, every tear, and every betrayal. He took

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. The air in the opulent Las Vegas casino was thick with the scent of whiskey and cheap perfume, a stark contrast to the delicate silver and rose gold I cl

ee, legally binding marriage certificate on the spot at their attached chapel. It was Vegas. Anything could happen. I just neve

to bloom on my face. Gabe. My Gabe. Seven years. A lifetime. My heart hammered with anticipati

, Gabe? You actuall

tney? His intern? My smile faltered, then died completely. I pressed my ea

ication, drifted through the door. "But hey, free marriage certificate, right? And Cortney'

friends, cut through the noise. "What about Ameli

foolishly. Maybe he would defend me. Maybe he would say

oul. "Oh, Amelia's fine." His tone was dismissive, careless, as if he were talking about a piece of fur

was contemptuous. It was a complete obliteration of my worth, of our shared history, of everything I had poured into him, in

e, slipped from my grasp. They hit the plush casino carpet with a soft, metallic chime, a faint, mournful sound lost amidst th

ion. The Amelia who had loved Gabe, who had built a life around him, was gone. Dissolved

ino, past the flashing lights and ringing slots, a ghost among the living. My phone felt heavy in my hand as I navigated to my contacts. I found his name quickl

a? To what do I owe this unexpected call?" Benedict' s voice was sm

was the voice of a woman who had just had her heart ripped out but refus

surprise. Then, a low, pleased chuckle. "Excellent. The

ord a declaration of war. "First, I

My past was a smoking ruin behind me. The future, with Benedict, was a blank slate. He would be my rescuer, my partner. The man who would help me reclaim what I