Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

“I was standing at the altar of St. Trinity Church, about to exchange vows with my fiancé, Alex Rowland. But when the officiant spoke, Alex didn't take my hand. He reached toward the side door, where my foster sister, Amelia, was waiting in her own wedding dress. In my past life, I was paralyzed by the humiliation. Later, when I uncovered my foster family's dark secrets, Alex pushed me into the freezing Atlantic. As icy water filled my lungs, he sneered that a mere foster girl never deserved his love. After I died, my soul lingered just long enough to hear my foster parents' chilling confession. I wasn't an orphan. I was a stolen heiress. They had kidnapped me as an infant, used me as a disposable pawn to pave the way for their biological daughter, and murdered me to steal my identity bracelet. I died drowning in betrayal, my true identity buried forever, treated like a stray dog by the monsters I called family. Opening my eyes again, I was back at the altar, right before the moment of my public ruin. This time, I ignored Alex's outstretched hand, lifted the hem of my gown, and walked straight past him. I stopped in front of his sickly, untouchable cousin-the true billionaire heir of the Rowland family. "Mr. Rowland, will you marry me?"”