Jilted Bride: Now Call Me Auntie, Darling

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

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alked toward the presidential suite, my heart thumping a giddy rhythm in my chest.

gh, tinkling sound I

My ste

hat was she doing here? She was suppose

g,* I told myself. *Finalizing some detail.

left. Then Hugh's voice, thick and slurred, drifte

Tomorrow, after that idiot Darcie signs the pr

ice. For a second, I couldn't breathe, c

ousy. "I still don't know what you see in her. She's got n

he pain was grounding. It cut through the fog of shock, crystallizing it into something cold and hard. Insulting me was one thi

-destructive instinct took over. I sank to my knees, pressing

was on the sofa, tangled with Floy, who was wearing nothing but a scra

I need the Mayo family's backing, not Darcie. As soon as I sec

"What about that pearl necklace? The one she's so

hint of hesitation in his voice.

losing protectively over the pearls. Na

t my demise. They laughed about my love for him, mocked my dreams o

fying, absolute calm. I felt my soul detach from my body, watching the scene as if it were a movie. Every sweet word he'd ev

ntly, I rose

r the morning's contract signings. On top of a neat stack o

of the cold, dead light of the hallway. A frozen sea

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Jilted Bride: Now Call Me Auntie, Darling

Yuan Xiluo Modern

“On the eve of my glamorous Waldorf Astoria wedding, I went to the penthouse to surprise my fiancé, Hugh, wearing my late mother's heirloom pearls. Instead, I heard my stepsister's familiar laugh and caught them tangled together on the sofa. Through the cracked door, I heard Hugh slur that he was only marrying me for my family's financial backing. "As soon as I secure my inheritance, she's the first thing I'm getting rid of," he promised her. Floy giggled and asked for my mother's pearl necklace, my only legacy. Hugh agreed without hesitation, mocking my dead mother's naivety and my desperate dreams of building a family. Every sweet word he had ever said was a lie, a knife he had been patiently sliding between my ribs for years. They planned to strip me of everything the moment I signed the prenup. I didn't cry or scream. The crushing weight of their betrayal hollowed me out, leaving behind a terrifying, absolute calm. Why should I be the one to lose everything while they stole my future and insulted my mother's memory? I calmly walked down the hall, set the prenuptial agreement on fire, and vanished into the rainy night. If Hugh wanted to play dirty for the Maxwell empire, I would play for keeps. Using a forgotten, century-old family covenant, I was going to marry Hugh's uncle-the comatose, paralyzed war hero, Fleet Maxwell. I would return not as a naive bride, but as their worst nightmare: his aunt, and the new lady of the house.”