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Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Rival

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1005 | Released on: 15/06/2026

at exactly 9:00 AM

lack blouse and trousers, her hair pulled back into a sever

nt, stood in the hallway. He looked impeccable in his grey

and polite. He held out a rectangular velvet box. "Mr. Rhodes

ide without opening it. Arland had a habit of s

necklace," Simon added when she didn't

e object felt cold, heavy. It was a bribe. A very expensive, shiny m

she said. Her voice

or when he was coming home. Her lack of questions seemed to unnerve him

said. "Have

the door

the past year-a bracelet from when he missed her gallery opening, a pair of earrings from when he forgo

hone

. It was a text from an unknown

ing from it. In the corner of the frame, a man's hand was visible, resting

this for me. He's so protective. He says the hospit

t. He had never cooked for her. Not once. When she had the flu last wint

deleted the message

olde arrived at S

ment with a neurologist for the migraines that had been

er head down as she navigated the sterile white corrid

the VIP wing, sh

ed. She knew

voice boomed down the hallway. "She needs the

large concrete pillar. S

ng over a terrified head nurse. His face was red

cupied by a heart transplant

If you don't move them within the hour, I will pull the Rhod

he looked pale, wrapped in a cashmere blanket, clut

red, loud enough to be heard.

own, wrapping his arms around her. "You are never a burden, Em. I pr

nger; it was the passion. He was fighting for Emilie. He was willing to b

merely sent an assi

oked past Arland's shoulder, directly a

de f

widened slight

rk tugged at the corner of Emilie's mouth. She didn't alert Arland. In

..." sh

, his attention solely on

snapped a photo of the scene-Arland kneeling, desperate an

tay for her

he automatic doors sliding open to t

?" the dr

paused, then corrected

and dialed a number she h

and Moving," a

said, watching the city blur past the window. "Antique

a slot.

he felt a strange sensation in her chest. The pain was stil

Chapter End

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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.”