Jilted Bride: Now Call Me Auntie, Darling

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

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table with the unnatural calm of a sleep

like it could shatter in my hands. I flipped to the final page. Hugh's ostentat

gar lighter, left there for one of the groomsmen. I

elf directly beneath a small, circular smoke detecto

the corner of the agreement. The paper curled instan

eyes, offering no warmth. It licked closer and closer to my f

surged, a hungry, roaring thing that devoured the lies and the be

e hotel's silence. A moment later, the sprinkler system

eople shouted and ran, their pani

ter soak my silk robe, my hair, my skin. It felt li

had given me for our engagement. I looked at them for a second, then t

uests. In the confusion, no one saw me. No one paid att

heavy door to the emergency stairwell, disap

d night air hitting my wet clothes and making me shi

usly dry. I dialed a number I had memorized, a number

irst ring. A man's voice

r, but from the bone-deep cold. My

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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.”