The Wife He Loves to Hate
I was twenty years old when my world shattered. Catching my boyfriend cheating sent me running blindly into the woods, falling into a dark, endless hole.
When I finally opened my eyes, ten years had vanished.
A little girl was wrapping her tiny arms around me, sobbing, calling me *Mommy*. I thought she had mistaken me for someone else—until I looked into the mirror and saw the face of a thirty-year-old woman staring back at me.
In the blink of an eye, I had been thrust into a life I had no memory of creating:
A home I didn't recognize.
A daughter I didn't remember giving birth to.
And a marriage crumbling into ashes.
Then he walked in.
Liam Montgomery. My childhood best friend. The boy who had spent his life protecting me, whom I had never once seen as more than a brother. Except now, he was my husband—and he looked at me with a coldness that cut deeper than any blade.
He accused me of having a ruthless affair with a man named Edward Fox. He said I was the one who handed over my father's billion-dollar empire to a stranger, ruined my family, and tore our marriage apart.
“You begged me to marry you, Abigail,” he said bitterly.
But I didn't remember.
I didn't remember marrying Liam.
I didn't remember loving Edward.
And I certainly didn't remember becoming the monster everyone now despised.
But deep down, I know one undeniable truth: I would never choose anyone over Liam.
What really happened during those ten missing years? Why does every shred of evidence point straight at my guilt? And if Liam hates me as much as he claims... why do his eyes still burn with a desperate, heartbreaking urge to love me?
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Chapter: Chapter 117: The Question I Didn’t ExpectBy late afternoon, we were sitting on the living room rug with a board game spread between us. Charlotte had won three times. I suspected she was cheating. She insisted she was simply better at the game. “You can’t move that piece there,” I protested. “Yes, I can.” “No, you can’t.” Charlotte pointed to the instructions. “It says I can.” I leaned closer. She was right. Again. I fell backward onto the rug. “I’ve been defeated by a seven-year-old.” Charlotte climbed onto my stomach, laughing. “I’m very smart, Mommy.” “Yes, you are.” I brushed her hair away from her face. “And I’m very proud of you.” She grew quiet. For a moment, she studied me with the serious expression she sometimes wore when she was thinking about something important. “Mommy?” “Yes?” “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” She moved off my stomach and sat beside me. “Do you like spending time with me?” The question made my heart ache. I pushed myself upright. “Charlotte, I love spending ti
Last Updated: 2026-10-27
Chapter: CHAPTER 116: A SATURDAY JUST FOR US I’d spent nearly an hour planning the perfect Saturday. There would be pancakes for breakfast, a trip to the bookstore, lunch at Charlotte’s favorite restaurant, and an afternoon baking cookies together. I’d even bought matching aprons. One was pink, the other purple. I was rather proud of that particular detail. Unfortunately, I had forgotten one important thing. I didn’t actually know what Charlotte considered a perfect Saturday. “Are we going somewhere with Daddy?” she asked as she came downstairs. I looked up from the kitchen counter, where I was arranging ingredients in little bowls. “No, sweetheart. Today is just for us.” She stopped halfway down the stairs. “Just us?” “Just us.” Her expression was difficult to read. She seemed pleased, but there was also a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. I wiped my hands on a dish towel. “I thought we could spend some time together. We could go to the bookstore, have lunch, and maybe bake something when we get home.” Charlotte
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Chapter: Chapter 115: A Different Kind of Promise When the meeting ended, Charlotte walked between us toward the school entrance. She held Liam’s hand on one side and mine on the other. Neither of us spoke for a while. Then she looked up at me. “Mommy?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “Are you angry?” The question caught me off guard. “Angry? Why would I be angry?” “Because I didn’t tell you about Ethan.” I stopped walking. Liam stopped beside me. I crouched in front of Charlotte. “I’m not angry with you.” “But I should have told you.” “Maybe you could have told us sooner, but that doesn’t mean you did something wrong by being scared or upset.” She studied my face. “I thought if I told Daddy, he’d talk to the teacher. And then Ethan would know I told.” I understood then. It hadn’t been that she didn’t want our help. She had been afraid that asking for help would make things worse. “That’s a very real worry, sweetheart,” I said. “But you shouldn’t have to put up with someone being mean to you just because you’re afraid they’l
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Chapter: CHAPTER 114: THE PARENT WHO ALWAYS CAME Charlotte had stopped crying by the time we entered the conference room, but she hadn’t let go of Liam’s hand. She sat between us, her small fingers wrapped around two of his, her eyes fixed on the floor. Every now and then, she glanced at me as if checking whether I was still there. I kept my hand on her back. “Would you like some water, sweetheart?” I asked. She shook her head. “All right.” I wanted to ask what had happened. I wanted to know why she had been crying, who had hurt her feelings, and whether Sophie had been involved. But the counselor had asked us to let her settle first. So I waited. A few minutes later, Charlotte’s teacher, Mrs. Anderson, entered with a folder tucked beneath her arm. She was a woman in her forties with kind eyes and a calm manner, although the expression on her face suggested that the situation was more serious than an ordinary disagreement between children. “Thank you for coming in so quickly,” she said. “Of course,” Liam replied. “How is
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Chapter: Chapter 113: I Can Handle It Myself That evening, Charlotte barely touched her dinner. She answered Liam’s questions about school with the same short responses she had given me. When he asked about her reading assignment, she completed it without complaint. When he reminded her to put her schoolbag by the door, she obeyed. On the surface, she was perfectly well behaved. That somehow worried me more. After dinner, I found her sitting on the floor of her bedroom, arranging her stuffed animals in a neat row. I knocked gently against the open door. “Can I come in?” “Sure.” I sat beside her. “That’s a very impressive collection.” Charlotte picked up a small rabbit and placed it at the end of the row. “They’re having a meeting.” “About what?” “Important stuff.” I nodded solemnly. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to interrupt.” That earned me a tiny smile. I took the opportunity to ask, “Can I talk to you about Sophie?” Her smile disappeared. “Mommy…” “I know you don’t want to talk about it.” “Then why do you
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Chapter: CHAPTER 112: THE FRIEND SHE LOST By Wednesday morning, I had learned three new things about my daughter. Charlotte hated having her toast cut into triangles. She preferred her school socks folded over once rather than pulled all the way up. And when something bothered her, she became exceptionally interested in the contents of her breakfast plate. The third discovery was the one that worried me. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?” “Mm-hmm.” “Anything interesting happen yesterday?” “Nope.” I watched her push a piece of toast around her plate. “Did you have fun with Sophie?” Her little hand stopped. Only for a second, but I noticed. “She was busy.” “Oh.” I reached for my coffee. “Busy doing what?” “Playing.” “With you?” Charlotte shook her head. I waited for her to elaborate, but she returned to her toast as though the conversation had ended. Across the table, Liam glanced at her before looking at me. I recognized that look. It was the look of a man who had noticed something but wasn’t sure whether
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Chapter: 33. Dark Water RescueThe world was no longer upright. The explosion at the bow had transformed the luxury yacht into a dying beast, its nose dipping into the hungry Atlantic while the stern rose toward the uncaring stars. Smoke, thick and acrid with the stench of burning fiberglass and fuel, billowed through the corridors, turning the once-glamorous passage into a blackened lung. Evie gasped for air, her lungs burning. She had been thrown from the aft deck as the ship tilted, but instead of hitting the ocean, she had tumbled through a shattered skylight into the lower galley. Her head throbbed, a warm trickle of blood matting her hair, and her midnight-blue suit was shredded, stained with soot and seawater. Above her, the screams of Moretti assassins and the frantic shouting of Julian Vane’s men formed a macabre symphony. The ship groaned—a deep, metallic shriek of twisting steel. "Kael..." she wheezed, clutching her throat. The comms unit was dead, fried by the saltwater or the blast. The lower de
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Chapter: 32. The Yacht TrapThe ocean was a vast, undulating sheet of black glass, broken only by the rhythmic wake of The Siren’s Call. On the open sea, the law of the land felt like a distant memory, replaced by the cold, indifferent weight of the tides.In the center of the yacht’s aft deck, a table was set with a surgical, terrifying elegance. White linen, silver candelabras, and a bottle of vintage Cristal chilled in a bucket of ice. Damien sat at the head, looking every bit the triumphant prince in his white linen suit. Julian Vane had retreated into the bridge, leaving the "siblings" to their final meal.Evie sat opposite him, her back straight. Beneath the table, the weight of the diamond-studded pistol strapped to her thigh was the only thing keeping her grounded. The jamming frequency was still screaming in her ear—a high-pitched whine that meant Kael was blind and deaf to what was happening on this boat."You look exquisite, Evelyn," Damien said, his voice smooth as silk over jagged rocks. "One would
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Chapter: 31. The New Alliance Evie moved with the silence of a wraith, her footsteps muffled by the thick dampness of the moss-covered floor. She wasn't the woman who had first walked through these gates In the deepest corner of the conservatory, where the scent of blooming night-jasmine was thick enough to choke, a shadow detached itself from the greenery. Evie didn't flinch. She reached for the diamond-studded pistol tucked into the small of her back, her fingers brushing the cold ivory grip just to ensure it was there. "You're late, Mrs. Voss," a gravelly voice whispered. Luke stepped into the faint light. He looked like a man who had crawled back from the edge of the grave. His face was a map of bruises, and his arm was held in a makeshift sling, but the fire in his eyes remained unextinguished. He had escaped Ravenna’s clutches only hours before, aided by the automated chaos Kael had unleashed in the sub-levels. "I had to ensure Victoria’s guards were occupied with the 'glitch' in the kitchen’s security
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Chapter: 30. Shadow InterventionRavenna was on her knees, her wrist held in Kael’s iron grip."K-Kael," she whimpered. "I did it for us. I did it because they were going to kill you anyway. I thought if I controlled the fall, I could save you."Kael leaned in closer, his silver eyes devoid of any warmth, any memory of their shared childhood. "You didn't do it for me, Ravenna. You did it for the throne you thought I’d let you sit on. You sold my life, you sold my mother’s sanity, and you dared to threaten the woman who carries my legacy."He increased the pressure on her wrist until a soft ‘pop’ echoed in the room. Ravenna let out a sharp, strangled cry."You want to know what a ghost does to those who betray him?" Kael’s voice dropped to a whisper that felt like a blade against her throat. "I’m not going to kill you, Ravenna. That would be too quick. I’ve already sent those photos of you and Damien to Victoria. By the time you reach the main hall, she will have stripped you of every cent, every name, and every prot
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Chapter: 29. The Ghost’s LedgerThe air inside Kael’s private office was stagnant, preserved in a state of suspended animation since the night of the explosion. The heavy steel doors had groaned as they slid open, a sound that felt like the mansion itself was protesting the intrusion. Evie stepped inside, her midnight-blue silk suit a sharp contrast to the mahogany and dark leather of the room. This was the sanctum. The heart of the Voss empire. Behind her, the doors hissed shut, sealing her in a silence so profound it made her ears ring. “I am in," she whispered, tapping the discreet transmitter tucked behind her ear. “Proceed with caution, Evelyn," Kael’s voice crackled, sounding distant yet intensely focused. “The room is a minefield of analog and digital traps. Do not touch the desk. Go to the bookshelf behind the fireplace. The third volume of 'The Divine Comedy'. Pull it." Evie followed his instructions, her movements precise and tactical. Gone was the girl who had trembled in the wine cellar. Her ha
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Chapter: 28. Return of the Widow The gates of the Voss Mansion groaned as they swung open, a low, metallic roar that sounded like a beast conceding its territory. A sleek, silver Rolls-Royce Phantom—provided by Kael’s offshore holdings—purred up the long, winding driveway. The gravel crunched under the tires with a rhythmic finality. Inside the car, Evie smoothed the fabric of her dress. She was no longer wearing the limp, dusty black of a mourning victim. Today, she wore a tailored, midnight-blue silk suit that hugged her curves like armor. Her hair was pulled back into a sharp, low bun, and her eyes were hidden behind oversized designer sunglasses. On her finger, the Voss emerald—the one Victoria had tried so hard to claw back—glinted with a cold, green fire. “Remember," Kael’s voice whispered in her ear, though he was miles away in the subterranean silence of The Styx. “They expect you to be broken. They expect a ghost. Give them a queen instead." Evie stepped out of the car before the driver could even reac
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Chapter: 374. WELCOME TO THE WORLD The sharp, high-pitched cry of a newborn broke through the quiet sanctity of the delivery suite, sounding like the most magnificent symphony Adrian Wolfe had ever heard in his life. "We have a healthy baby girl," Dr. Vance announced with a warm, triumphant smile, carefully suctioning the baby before expertly wrapping her in a warm, plush pink blanket. The medical team stepped back with practiced grace, leaving the space open for the moment that truly mattered. Dr. Vance gently laid the tiny, blanketed bundle directly onto Lydia’s chest. Lydia sank back into the raised pillows, exhausted, her skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat, but her face was illuminated by an otherworldly, serene light. She looked down at the tiny, perfect face resting against her heart—a beautiful newborn girl with a soft tuft of dark hair, delicate features, and tiny pink lips letting out small, rhythmic squeaks. Beside the bed, Adrian stood frozen. The formidable chairman of Wolfe Holdings—a man who h
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Chapter: 373. THE NIGHT It was three o'clock in the morning when the quiet of the master suite was shattered. Outside, a soft London rain tapped against the glass balcony doors. Inside, the room was warm and dimly lit, wrapped in total tranquility—until Lydia suddenly sat upright in bed, clutching the duvet, a sharp, gasping breath escaping her lips. Beside her, Adrian was awake in a microsecond. Years of high-alert executive discipline kicked in immediately. He sat up, his dark eyes instantly sharp, scanning the room for a threat before locking onto his wife, who was breathing heavily with her eyes squeezed shut. "Lydia?" Adrian’s voice dropped into a grave, low register. "What is it? Is it the baby?" Lydia waited out the tight, rolling wave in her abdomen, taking a slow, controlled breath as it gradually receded. She turned her head, offering him a faint, breathless smile. "My water just broke, Adrian," Lydia whispered softly. "The contractions are starting." The formidable titan of Wolfe Holdings—
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Chapter: 372. THE WOMAN BESIDE HIM “Mr. Wolfe,” the reporter called out, his voice echoing clearly over the ambient chatter. “Over the last twenty years, you have built Wolfe Holdings into one of the most formidable global conglomerates in history. You’ve restructured international markets and acquired historical assets across three continents.” The reporter paused slightly, scanning the room before looking back into Adrian’s sharp, dark eyes. The quiet hum of the orchestra seemed to soften further, as though even the music was waiting. “Looking back over your storied career, what do you consider your greatest achievement?” A quiet hush fell over the immediate crowd of executives, diplomats, and journalists. The air itself seemed to still. Glasses stopped midway to lips. Conversations died mid-sentence. Ten years ago—even five years ago—everyone in the room knew what Adrian Wolfe’s answer would have been. He would have cited the billion-dollar Zurich acquisition, the hostile takeover of the European banking car
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Chapter: 371. THE LAST GALA The grand ballroom of the Dorchester in Mayfair was transformed into a breathtaking sanctuary of glass, white orchids, and soft golden light. Soft orchestral strings echoed off the vaulted ceilings, mingling with the polished murmur of London high society, international diplomats, corporate titans, and prominent philanthropists. Tonight marked the grandest gala in the history of Lydia’s Heart—the charitable foundation Lydia had built from the ground up to support vulnerable mothers and children across the continent. Yet despite the staggering attendance and the millions raised before the opening speeches had even commenced, the evening carried none of the suffocating, transactional tension of past corporate affairs. There were no hidden legal traps, no press scandals waiting to break in the morning papers, and no political maneuvers being engineered in dark corners. Tonight was an absolute celebration of redemption, love, and community. At the center of the grand hall stood Lydia
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Chapter: 370. THE NAME Lydia sat comfortably on the plush velvet sofa, resting back against a mountain of throw pillows. Her soft maternity sweater draped over her prominent baby bump, which was now noticeably rounder as the weeks progressed. Beside her sat seven-year-old Hayes and five-year-old Aurelia, while Adrian stood by the fireplace, a heavy crystal glass of sparkling water held loosely in his broad hand as he observed the proceedings. "Alright," Lydia announced with a gentle, encouraging smile, looking at her two eldest children. "The committee is officially in session. We are taking final name suggestions for your new baby sibling." Hayes immediately sat up erect, clearing his throat with absolute executive gravity. He picked up his small leather notebook, adjusting his shirt cuffs as if addressing a board of international investors. "I have conducted a thorough historical and strategic analysis, Mom," Hayes began. "If the baby is a boy, I propose Alexander Vanguard Wolfe. It projects market au
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Chapter: 369. THE COLORS In the center of the room, Hayes stood with a wooden ruler tucked under his arm, holding up two paint sample cards against the sunlit wall with an expression of utmost strategic gravity. "The pale sage green is objectively superior, Mom," Hayes declared firmly, turning to look across the room at his mother. "It promotes cognitive focus, spatial tranquility, and balanced emotional energy. The soft butter yellow lacks structural authority." "I don't want yellow, and I don't want green!" Aurelia piped up from her spot on the plush rug. She was sitting amid a towering mountain of preliminary toy catalogs, glossy brochures, and plush sample fabrics. Aurelia held up a glossy page depicting a giant plush unicorn alongside a set of hand-carved, pastel-painted wooden blocks, pointing at the page with absolute conviction. "I am choosing all the toys for the nursery!" Aurelia announced, her dark eyes sparkling with unyielding determination. "The new baby needs three bears, two tea sets
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The CEO’s Curve of Fate
"I was his family’s multibillion-dollar lifeline, but to my husband, I was just a shameful, oversized secret."
To save King Enterprises from total bankruptcy, ruthless billionaire Darel King was forced to marry me—Giselle Davis, a plus-size heiress with a heavy appetite and curves he absolutely despised. For years, Darel treated our marriage like a prison sentence, banishing me to eat in the kitchen and openly declaring that his elegant, runway-slender ex, Julia Lee, was the only woman he could ever truly desire.
The very day his family's empire stabilized, Darel threw the divorce papers in my face, casting me out into the cold New York rain to run back to Julia. He thought he had broken me. He thought I would waste away in despair.
He was dead wrong.
Taken in by Braden Martin—Darel’s fiercest, most dangerous rival on Wall Street—she turned her heartbreak into raw fuel. Under Braden's protective gaze, she conquered her demons, sweat through her insecurities, and transformed into a stunning, unstoppable force.
When Darel falls to his knees, weeping and begging for the beautiful woman I’ve become, he learns too late that some debts can never be repaid.
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Chapter: 21. THE MORNING AFTERMorning sunlight filtered softly through the shear curtains, casting golden streaks across the expansive bedroom.Giselle slowly opened her eyes. For a lingering second, the unfamiliar high-ceilinged room made her disoriented—until the quiet events of the previous evening flooded her memory.The gala. The rain. Braden. The confession. The kiss.A sudden, intense warmth flushed her cheeks. She turned her head, but the other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold. Yet, the subtle, comforting scent of sandalwood lingered in the air.Giselle smiled, pulling the plush duvet closer before sitting up. She took in the bedroom’s aesthetic. Despite being in a space that wasn't hers, there was no feeling of displacement. She felt profoundly at home.Giselle slipped out of bed, following the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the appetizing sizzle of breakfast. She walked into the open-plan kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks.Braden stood behind the black marble island. His crisp w
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Chapter: 20. THE FIRST SPARKGiselle stood near the foyer, still draped in her sapphire gown. Braden stood a few paces away, his black tuxedo jacket unbuttoned.Neither spoke.The quiet, heavy question he had whispered in the hallway still hung between them, thick with unspoken desire.Can you stay with me, Giselle?Her heart hammered against her ribs in a frantic, unhurried rhythm—not from fear, but from a profound, terrifying clarity. For the first time in years, standing this close to a man didn't make her want to retreat or shrink into the background.She looked up, meeting his intense, dark gaze. "Why?"Braden’s brow furrowed subtly. "Why what, Gigi?""Why do you want me to stay?"Braden didn't answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between them—one deliberate, unhurried step at a time—until the heat radiating from his chest enveloped her senses."Because I don't want tonight to end," he said quietly. "And I don't want you leaving my side."Giselle swallowed, her throat dry. "Braden...""I know w
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Chapter: 19. RAIN AND REVELATIONSRain poured mercilessly over Manhattan.By the time Braden and Giselle left the gala, the city had dissolved behind a heavy curtain of water. Raindrops raced down the tinted windows of the Maybach, blurring the golden glare of skyscrapers and traffic lights into soft, liquid streaks of color.Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was a stark contrast—quiet, warm, and profoundly safe.Giselle sat beside Braden, her hands resting loosely in her lap. She had barely spoken since they stepped out of the grand ballroom, but Braden didn't press her for words. He simply sat beside her, one hand resting on the armrest separating them while he occasionally adjusted his cuff.After several long minutes of peaceful silence, he turned to glance at her. "Are you okay?"Giselle kept her gaze fixed on the rain washing over the window. "Yeah."Braden waited patiently.A faint, genuine smile touched her lips. "I'm actually more than okay."He studied her profile. "About what happened back there with Darel
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Chapter: 18. THE COLD WALLThe main ballroom grew louder by the minute.Lively orchestral music drifted through the air, silver glasses clinked, and light laughter echoed beneath the brilliant crystal chandeliers.Giselle offered a polite, composed smile to another group of real estate developers before stepping back slightly. "Excuse me for a moment," she murmured to Braden. "I'm going to step out for some air."Braden nodded gently, his eyes scanning the immediate area with subtle vigilance. "Take your time. I'll be right here."Giselle gave him a small, reassuring smile before turning toward the VIP corridor. The moment she crossed the threshold, the deafening roar of the gala faded into a soft, distant hum.Finally. Silence.She exhaled slowly, resting her fingertips against the cool diamond chain at her neck. Tonight had been an overwhelming whirlwind—not because she felt small or out of place, but because, for the first time in her life, she had walked into a room full of Manhattan's most formidable figur
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Chapter: 17. THE MANHATTAN GALAGiselle placed her gloved fingers in his, her poise unshakeable as she stepped onto the red carpet.In an instant, every camera lens along the barricades pivoted toward her."IT’S GISELLE DAVIS!""LOOK THIS WAY, GISELLE!""BRADEN! WHAT IS HER RELATION TO YOU?""ARE YOU TWO DATING?"The barrage of shouts and flashing lights was relentless. Giselle drew a slow, steady breath. For a fleeting second, the echo of an older memory surfaced—another red carpet, another night, and a version of herself who would have ducked her head, tugged nervously at her dress, and prayed to disappear into the crowd.Not tonight.She straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin with effortless grace, and offered a composed, breathtaking smile to the cameras. She didn't smile to seek validation or approval; she smiled because she was finally comfortable occupying center stage.Braden looked down at her, his dark eyes brimming with quiet pride. "Ready?"Giselle met his gaze with absolute calm. "Let's go."They g
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Chapter: 16. THE SAPPHIRE DRESSGiselle stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror.Over the past few weeks, six or seven kilograms had melted away. Not through extreme starvation, punishing workouts, or an obsessive desire to become someone else—she had simply learned how to take care of herself, inside and out.Tonight, for the first time in years, Giselle wasn’t wondering if her arms looked too soft. She wasn’t tugging at the fabric to hide her waist, nor was she dreading the judgmental whispers that used to follow her into every room.She looked at her reflection and smiled—a genuine, radiant smile."You look beautiful," she whispered.Then she paused, correcting herself with quiet conviction: "I feel beautiful."That was the true transformation.A soft, rhythmically steady knock sounded at her door. "Giselle?"Her heart skipped a beat. Braden.She checked her reflection one last time before walking over to open the door.Braden stood in the doorway, looking effortlessly striking in a impeccably tailored
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