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Her Daughter's Funeral, Their Wedding Night

Chapter 2 BACK TO THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED

Word Count: 780 | Released on: 18/05/2026

ception, the cham

hugged every curve. She looked radiant. Triumphant. Exactly like

the guests are waitin

Perfect manicure. Eight-carat d

and, his dark eyes

ward the applause. Toward the life

sistant burst th

skew. He looked like a man who'd just seen

racked. "Elenora Carlson walk

m went

ously. "Elenora who? She's his ex. Her life is none of

ady standing in

ngly blank. The kind of bl

did yo

s if he was trying to conv

ing. That woman is to

uard pulled her body out twenty minutes ago. And..." He swallowed. "They

uld never be moved by Elenor

d at her with contempt for years-went complete

he room dar

ing his hand, her eyes wid

. He wrenched his han

d from Delphine's pe

omery

hands. Unwrinkled. Unscarred. The hands

m, and slowly, piece by piece, she acce

ed her with a sharp, assessing look from his seat on t

u want to accompany Donovan

ashes fl

turning point. The fork in the road tha

eryone knew the real reason. Delphine Vance was there. His first lo

nd made herself completely pathetic until Cornelius had agreed to let her go. She'd th

a j

t of a sense of obligation-not love, never love-the Montgomerys had taken her in.

indulged her. The way you'd indulg

rnelius to the man

in place. He lounged in his chair like a predator at rest, one strand of dark hair falling o

at him made h

she was something foul he'd stepped in. The way he'd let her kneel in the courtyard all night whil

ped. Her blood

lled her entire life. The man w

hate

he memory of his contemptuous eyes, his dismissive voice, th

his knee. His annoyance was bec

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“For years, Elenora lived as the pathetic, loyal shadow of the Montgomery family, desperately craving a single glance from the billionaire heir, Donovan. That blind devotion shattered the day Delphine Vance's luxury SUV slammed into Elenora's four-year-old daughter, Poppy. Elenora knelt in a pool of blood on the asphalt, screaming for help as Delphine stood by the wreckage with a chilling smirk. When Donovan frantically sprinted onto the scene, Elenora thought they were saved. Instead, he ran right past the dying child to wrap his arms around the completely uninjured Delphine. Elenora grabbed the hem of Donovan's trousers, begging him to save her little girl. "Please. Save her. Save Poppy." He shoved her away so hard she sprawled into the shattered glass, slicing her palms open as she listened to Poppy take her last, gurgling breath. With no one to mourn her daughter, a hollow Elenora walked into the freezing Atlantic Ocean, clutching a tiny white urn until the dark water swallowed her whole. As the saltwater flooded her lungs, her sorrow morphed into a suffocating, violent hatred. Why did she waste her life groveling for a monster who stepped over her dying child? But the afterlife never came. Elenora gasped, her eyes snapping open in her old servant's quarters to find her hands unscarred. She looked at the date on her phone and realized she was seventeen again, five years before the crash. Tearing up the diaries of her past obsession, her eyes turned as cold as the ocean. This time, she wouldn't be their prey; she was going to build her own empire and make them pay.”