His Secretary Lover Stole My Wedding Ring

I had just completed a batch of top-secret supplies when my grandmother told me the wedding was ready—everything set, waiting only for me to arrive.She said the groom was the heir of a century-old aristocratic family: impeccable in both character and appearance, and, most importantly, he had promised that I alone would decide when to have children. In all matters, he would respect my wishes.When my superior heard the news, he gifted me a ten-carat pink diamond rough he had long treasured, instructing me to have it made into my wedding ring.After discussing it with my fiancé, Owen, he eagerly offered to take the stone himself, claiming he wanted to surprise me.But on the wedding day, as I prepared to slip the ring onto my finger, I froze. Before me was a Hello Kitty ring, gaudy and childish, its band so loose it dangled even over my thin gloves. I couldn't wear it at all.I instinctively thought Owen must have rushed the arrangements and gotten it wrong. With the ceremony only

I had a hunch that Seraphine must have slandered me.Sure enough, Owen spoke, confirming my suspicion."What you sent over was nothing but a piece of pink glass. That padparadscha sapphire? Seraphine bought it herself to cover for you. Instead of being grateful, you have the audacity to brag about some fifty -million pink diamond rough?"Impossible. When I shipped that diamond, I entrusted it to a specialized escort agency. Delivery would only be valid if Owen signed for it in person."That stone was transported by dedicated guards and vehicle. Since you signed for it, there's no way you could mistake it. It was a pink diamond rough."But Owen only frowned in irritation."I don't have time to fuss over some worthless rock you mailed. As soon as it arrived, I gave it to Seraphine to handle. If she says it's a piece of glass, then that's exactly what it is."Seraphine seized the chance to press harder."If I hadn't switched the glass, do you know how much humiliation Owen would'v

Even those who now stood on my side could not escape retribution. For years, they had sheltered under the Buckley family's shadow, bullying others with borrowed power. Now, they would pay the price.Owen panicked, his face ashen as he pleaded desperately, "Rachel, we're husband and wife! If I go to prison, how will you ever face the world? Please, talk to them for me. I didn't mean it!"A cold laugh escaped me."Owen, I've already given you countless chances. Today was supposed to be our wedding, and I should have been your bride. But you chose to destroy everything."I should thank you, really. You saved me from marrying a scoundrel. Better to see you for what you are now than deal with the misery of divorce later."No matter how loudly he shouted, no one could save him. I was just about to step into the car to leave when several more vehicles pulled up, blocking the road.From them emerged an elderly man, hair completely white, each step accompanied by labored breaths."Caleb,