The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Comeback

the weddi

her end of the line, the contact name "My Hart" belonged to her fiancé

k, a masterpiece of silk and lace. Her fingertips, calloused from years of sketching and stitching, traced the delicate embroidery on the bodice. With quiet certainty, sh

r ago, she had been daydreaming about walking down the aisle toward the man she loved in just a few days, picturing

reathtaking, Heaven," her assistant, Paige, murmured beside her, her voice filled with genuine awe. The sho

etend she hadn't heard. She kept her smile frozen and continued, "Ha

ice flat and devoid of emotion: "Heaven,

just sink; it plummeted like a

me?" she heard herself say, h

ained that her stepsister, Jessi Merrill, had been diagnosed with terminal canc

ing at the last minute, but she's dying. Can't

as still skeptical-her stepsister was far too calculating for that. She remembered that she had once hired a private investig

her fiancé. Her wedding. Her entire future, snatched away by the girl who had made victimhood her profession, the girl whom her father, Howard Johnston, and her s

deeper into her palm. The sharp sting served as an an

ut with a low, volcanic rage, "to step aside the day before my weddi

l child. "Heaven, this is just about granting a dying woman's wish. I

ighteen months of her labor-all reduced to a stock transac

gh escaped her lips, a sound stripped of a

enunciated like shards of glass with ch

it for a repl

ed that something was wrong; their che

r in the magnificent gown staring back at her. Then, her hand shot up. She grabbed the diamond‑encrusted veil

she ordered Paige, her ton

the heavy gown slipped from her shoulders, Heaven felt a strange lightness. The weigh

the buzzing of Hartwell's frantic calls and texts. Walking to the floor‑to‑ceiling window, she gaze

a bank notification. Hartwell ha

nto a cold, humorless smile. She didn't delete his contact

nd: cold and precise. This was

ed the audio, listened, and frowned. The confirmation was unmistakable: her stepsister had been deceiving everyone. She

d you to draft a document. Immediately." Her voice was