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Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Rival

Author: Wu Li

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1093 | Released on: 15/06/2026

s phone lit up, cutting thro

was currently an hour late to their wedd

s a high-resolution pho

ks pr

name: Emili

the billionaire heir Isolde had s

see the news? Be smart and leave him alone

een, and for a moment, t

the perfect partner, swallowing her pride, enduring his coldness, and telling herself that his obsession with Emilie was just him honoring his dead

yes. Her fingers trembled so violently that the phone nearly slipped from

s Gi

eyes darting to the empty space beside Isolde with thinly v

When she opened them a second later, the agonizing heartbreak was gone, replaced by a chillin

only for a breaking news banner from M

was taken at JFK Airpor

t tight as he tenderly lifted a frail-looking Emilie Blackburn into a black limousine. Emi

rs: Rhodes Heir Abandons Wedding for Retur

f absolute, freezing disgust. He wasn't stuck in traffic. He wasn't in a meeting. He was at the airport, playing the hero to

's voice grew sharper. "

broken. She looked like a queen stepping down from a ruined thro

teady, terrifyingly calm. "He isn'

ook back at the clerk, or the whispering couples, o

walks with oil and grime. Isolde stepped out, the cold rain hitting her heated skin like tiny needle

ne rang

at the calle

or a second, bracing

erced Isolde's ear drum. "It's on every channel, Isolde! Every single

ough a puddle, the dirty water missing

seven years, and he leaves you at City Hall for the Blackburn girl?

hing. There was

ng from anger to calculation. "Esequiel Stone is looking for a wife. He doesn't ca

in the distance, a glass needle piercing the clouds. It was where

il, found the pending marriage agreement from the Stone family's legal team, and signed her name with a few swift strokes on her screen. Sh

as used to Isolde fighting, crying, begging for time. "You... agree? To marry

repeated, her voice void of

g up th

urb, she hailed a

er rain-soaked white silk dress through the rearvie

gaze, her expre

Penthouse,

et arrived to take her to the Capital. Fifteen days to

gh the door armed with his flawless excuses, fully expecting he

cold glass of the window, watching

him

wait for an apology. Sh

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“I sat alone on a hard wooden bench in the City Clerk's Office, smoothing the white silk of my wedding dress. It was 10:00 AM, the exact moment I was supposed to marry Arland Rhodes. But Arland never showed up. Instead, a breaking news alert flashed on my phone, showing a high-resolution photo of my fiancé at the airport, tenderly cradling his "first love," Emilie Blackburn, in his arms. Seven years of my life were erased in a single paparazzi shot. When I finally saw him, he didn't apologize; he just said Emilie had a panic attack and needed him. My own mother called me a humiliation to the family reputation, and Arland's assistant tried to buy my silence with a pink diamond necklace. That night, Arland moved Emilie into our penthouse, telling me to be "reasonable" because she had security issues. "It's just logistics, Isolde. Don't make this into something it isn't." He thought I was the perfect, drama-free partner who would wait forever. He didn't notice when I began systematically dismantling our life, replacing my priceless antiques with cheap replicas and liquidating my shares in his company. He was too busy playing hero to a woman who faked heart palpitations every time he looked at me. He truly believed he could fix a lifetime of neglect with a "do-over" date and a silver convertible he had actually ordered for her. I realized then that Arland didn't love me; he loved that I was convenient. I had spent seven years building a life on a foundation of sand, and I was done being the silent, understanding fiancée. On the morning he finally showed up at City Hall to "make it up to me," I was nowhere to be found. I had already coerced fifteen million dollars out of him as a "security fee" and signed a marriage contract with his most ruthless rival, Esequiel Stone. As Arland stood at the altar waiting for a bride who would never come, I was boarding a private jet to the Capital. The hunt had officially begun, and this time, I wasn't the prey.”