The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

seven o'clock

city, was brilliantly illuminated, its grand faca

place. She wore a simple, unadorned plain dress, the kind one might wear for a quie

her, his voice carrying its usual clipped, authoritative tone. *"There's a critical board meeting tonight that

xecutives, but in this lavishly decorated estate, pr

. Sitting there, adorned in their finest evening wear and beaming with pride, were

e a familiar crowd. They were the mutual friends, business associates, a

wife, had been kept

her breath hitch. It was a complex, intoxicating fragrance-a masterful blen

that Corina had personally formulated and blended as a wedding gift for Jayson three y

imate surrender, saturated the air of a wedding where

ing breathtakingly impeccable in a custom-tailored, pure white high-fashion suit. His usually cold, calculatin

e was Ka

he true daughter, only found and brought back to the family a mere three years ago. Because their grandfather and the patri

, Jayson. It felt like destiny to her, because Jayson was the man Corina had desperately, silently lov

was destined to be the happiest woman in the world. But reali

e wedding gown, leaned weakly against Jayson's chest, lookin

he "Wedding March" suddenly warped. The musician had spotted her, and his fingers

of eyes in the venue s

e Logan family froze, replaced by ex

ong the guests, spr

t that Corina? W

eed to keep this an abs

rmation? This is goi

wife, yet in this place, surrounded by her own family

nuine shock crossed his deep gaze, but it was almost in

anding the bride's hand over to a bridesmaid. He then stepped off the altar,

that always clung to him enveloped Corina. It was t

you doin

an explanation, not an apology

aristocratic line of his brow, the thin, cool lips she had kissed a tho

l as if she were inquiring about the weather. "My husband is gettin

deeply, a clear precu

on her slender wrist. Without another word, he dragged her away from the pryin

dim light of the corridor, he

a scene," he command

garette case. He extracted a cigarette but didn't light it, instead rolling it restlessly between his long fingers, a sign

ctly still, her ey

ed, her voice dev

k that suggested his actions were the most logical, reasonable thing in the world. "This wedding is entirely fake. I am si

sounding like a king offering a generous concession to a peasant. "Corina, it is me

olding a

e distant, brightly lit lawn where the guests were still murmuring, t