After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle

Amelia’s POV“Amelia, can you step aside and let your sister be my bride at the wedding?”My fiancé smiled and looked me in the eyes just three days before the wedding.The smile was as perfect as usual.But his words hit like a lightning bolt, tearing through my chest.I couldn’t believe what I heard.I had loved him for years—how could he just throw me away?*****"I still can’t believe I’m marrying Tristan," I whispered, staring into the mirror.My blonde curls were elegantly styled, my makeup flawless—every detail perfect. I was ready to finally try on the wedding dress, which I spent months designing.That’s the last step before I marry my fiancé, Tristan. Our wedding is in 3 days.A moment I have dreamed of for so long.Before I could bask in the dream of becoming Tristan’s wife, my phone rang. It was the bridal boutique."Miss Amelia," the manager’s voice was polite but uneasy. "I just wanted to confirm… Mr. Tristan Lancaster picked up the wedding gown about an hour ago."What?

Amelia’s POV [Two days later]"I just can't believe he would do this to me, Liz," I sighed, my voice trembling as I blinked back tears. My best friend Liz and I were sipping cocktails at the edge of the Conrad Hotel’s infinity pool.Liz is a genius and the person who understands me best. This place is definitely a better place than a bar for me to quietly sip my sadness and cleverly hide my tears.The city skyline stretched in the distance, glittering like nothing had gone wrong.But everything had.Liz handed me another cocktail, her jaw tight with rage. "You shouldn’t have agreed to any of this, Amelia. He replaced you on your own damn wedding day. With your sister.""I didn’t agree," I said quietly, staring into the pink swirl of my drink. "He forced the decision on me. Like it was already made."She scoffed. "What an idiot. He has no idea what he’ll be missing. Amelia, you’ve loved that man for how long? Years? And this is what you get in return?"Her words hit like a slap. I st

Amelia’s POV"You did WHAT?!" Liz’s voice boomed through the phone so loudly I had to pull it away from my ear.I winced. "I don’t know for sure, okay? I thought it was Tristan because of the Lancaster crest. But just now, on the phone, he swore he wasn’t even at the hotel last night.""Well, I sure hope it wasn’t him," Liz said darkly, "He doesn’t deserve you after what he put you through.""But Liz… if it wasn’t him—who the hell was I with last night?!""We’re going to find out," Liz said firmly. Five minutes later, Liz pulled me toward the receptionist. “Hello, we need access to your hotel’s surveillance footage for last night. ”“Sorry, that’s not allowed…”“I know, but—” Liz suddenly put on a mysterious look. “Listen, my bestie’s boyfriend seemed to show up here last night. And it looks like he even booked a room. On the 12th floor. You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?”“Liz? ” What was she talking about? Didn’t she notice that the receptionist’s look had already tu

Amelia’s POV"You two have met each other?" Tristan asked, glancing between us with a flicker of surprise. "I hope Amelia didn’t cause you any trouble, Uncle."Rowan’s dark eyes locked on Tristan. "Trouble?" he repeated, voice cool and dangerously smooth. "How could she?"My stomach dropped like a stone.Oh God. I’m screwed.He definitely recognized me. That look in his eyes. That tone in his voice. He was toying with me—dangling the truth in front of everyone like a cat with a mouse.I froze, eyes wide, heart hammering. I looked at him, silently pleading, "Please. Don’t say anything."Don’t ruin me. Not here. Not like this. I managed a tight laugh, desperate to keep the mood light. "Oh, it’s not really worth mentioning. I just, um, bumped into Mr. Lancaster at the hotel yesterday. Literally. In the hallway.""It was nothing," I added. "Just one of those awkward, ‘oops, sorry!’ moments. I didn’t even realize who he was at the time."I smiled weakly, praying the ground would open up a

Amelia’s POV"Why were you in the storage room?" Tristan’s voice cut through the noise of the reception, low but laced with suspicion.He was frowning, arms crossed. His eyes darted from the half-closed door to me like he knew something wasn’t right.Panic rose in my chest.I spun quickly, pulling the door shut behind me with a resolute click. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder. Didn’t dare imagine Rowan still standing just beyond that doorframe, able to open it any second and reveal himself to Tristan."Oh, that?" I said with a bright, forced laugh. "I was just… looking for napkins. I, um, spilled some champagne earlier, and the staff pointed me back here."Tristan’s brow furrowed. "Napkins, huh?""Yes," I chirped. I raised my voice just a little louder than necessary, angling it toward the door. "Too bad it was completely empty there."My heart pounded as I smiled too wide, praying Rowan understood the hint and stayed put.Tristan gave me a long, skeptical look. "You were in there