From Gold-Digger to Queen

so I thought. I stood at the altar, beaming in my whit

, the love of my life, had rushed off to a rooftop, not to save me, b

eerily similar to mine. I was humiliated, sidelined in my own fairytale,

iscarriage after his careless shove, and my agonizing death, alone and abandoned. He had orchestrated my p

and the loss, was too real to ignore

nding, I knew I had a second chance. The naive fiancée was go