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[Cole Sterling spotted picking up his childhood sweetheart, top model Adriana, from the airport a day before his wedding. What does this mean for Hermione Windsor?]
The headline flashed across Hermione’s phone as she stared at the screen in disbelief. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. Beneath it was a photo of her fiancé of five years, flowers in hand, smiling warmly at a stunning brunette holding a ‘Welcome Home’ sign. According to the article, Cole’s grand display had blocked the airport entrance for nearly an hour before they finally left. She and Cole were supposed to walk down the aisle tomorrow. Everything for the wedding was already prepared — her dress, the venue, the vows. Every detail had been finalized. Yet here he was, wrapped in another woman’s arms while the media turned her humiliation into entertainment. She was a joke. A punchline. Hermione shook her head. Her hands moved on autopilot as she dialed Cole’s number. He didn’t answer. She tried several times before her phone buzzed with a message. Cole: “Hermione, Adriana arrived today and needs someone to show her around the city tonight. I’m the only one she knows, so I’ll keep her company.” That was it. No concern for her feelings. No mention of their wedding tomorrow. Before she could even process it, another message came through, this time from Adriana. It was a picture of Cole lying against her chest, unmistakably in his bedroom. She recognized the sheets instantly. She’d picked them herself. “He might be giving you a ring, but his heart will always belong to me. Why don’t you just back off?” Something inside Hermione cracked. She stood so abruptly her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she rushed out of the beauty spa to go to Cole’s house. She refused to believe that he would forsake her because of another woman. Cole knew how much this wedding meant to her. He knew what would happen if she didn’t get married by tomorrow. Her father wouldn’t hesitate to marry her off in an arranged union, to God-knows-who, just to secure his family’s interests. This marriage was her last chance at freedom, and he couldn’t destroy it. She pulled up to his apartment and immediately rushed inside, knowing the passcode. She walked straight for his bedroom and stopped. Adriana’s voice floated from the bedroom, sweet and teasing. “Are you really going to marry that woman? Didn’t you say you would wait for me?” Through the slight crack in the door, Hermione could see her straddling Cole’s lap, her fingers curled into his hair. His hand rested easily on her waist, his expression soft. “I don’t love that bitch. I’m only doing her a favor.” Hermione’s breath hitched. “If I marry her, I get access to part of her father’s company. Her shares will be mine. You know Robert Windsor, he would never let a woman run his company, even if that woman was his daughter. His prejudice is a good opportunity for me to make Windsor enterprise mine.” The world tilted. So that was it. Five years of confessions and promises were all part of a strategy for him. Her father, Robert Windsor, was a vile man who only saw her as a tool to extend his wealth. That was why she had held so tight to Cole. If she didn’t get married soon, her father was fit to do whatever he wanted to her marriage. That was the ultimatum he gave her when she walked out of his mansion five years ago. She had confided this to Cole years ago and he pretended to understand. Now she knew it was all a lie. Hermione took a shaky step back as Adriana laughed. “Hermione is so pathetic. I’m going to be so pissed tomorrow when you marry her. Can’t you spend tomorrow with me instead? I’ll make it worth it.” Adriana whined, planting a kiss on his neck. Cole chuckled, finding her antics cute. “How about I spend the whole morning with you? Give you all my attention.” “Isn’t the ceremony starting by nine?” “She has no choice but to wait. I’m her only option.” He replied lightly. “After the ceremony is done, I’ll come back to you to finish what we started.” Adriana smirked before planting a kiss on his lips which he returned passionately. Hermione gave a bitter smile before walking out of his apartment, silent tears sliding down her face. From start to finish, they hadn’t noticed her, too engrossed in their scheme. She couldn’t fight them either. Nothing she did could possibly change the outcome. They just weren’t worth it. Adriana’s fans who heard about their teenage romance had always pointed her as a home wrecker, despite the fact that she’d been engaged to Cole for five years. They claimed she had latched onto him while he’d always clearly loved Adriana. Even if Cole wasn’t exactly in love with her, she had thought they were friends. They were supposed to have an understanding. While she bore the media’s harsh criticism as they painted her a villain, he always comforted her. Always whispered reassuring words into her ears and how he would remain faithful. Her desperation had led her to blindly trust him. She should have seen the signs. Now she knew giving him a chance was a mistake. She was exhausted. “Fine. I’ll stop latching.” She muttered defeatedly as she started the ignition, driving back to her apartment.TWO YEARS LATER The garden was bathed in golden afternoon sunlight, the kind of warm, lazy light that made everything feel softer, slower, more forgiving. Laughter echoed across the manicured lawn as a tiny figure with golden curls and unsteady legs toddled toward the fountain, her chubby arms outstretched. "Lily, no! Not the water!" Yvonne called out, already on her feet. But the two-year-old was faster than she looked. She reached the edge of the fountain just as a pair of strong arms scooped her up from behind, spinning her around in a flurry of giggles. "Gotcha!" Rhys laughed, lifting his daughter high above his head. "You thought you could escape Daddy, didn't you?" "Again! Again!" Lily squealed, her little hands clapping. Hermione watched from the shaded patio, a glass of lemonade in her hand and a smile so wide it almost hurt. Two years. Two years since the rain, since the confession, since the kiss that had brought them back together. Two years since she had stopped run
Hermione entered her house and shut the door behind her, then slid down against it and sat on the floor. The sob she had been trying to contain since that morning finally slipped out. After signing their divorce papers, she had made up her mind never to show her face to Rhys again. Marcus had helped her find this secluded estate on the edge of town, and she'd been planning to leave the country in two days—before Marcus let it slip that she was the CEO. She knew he had done it on purpose, to get her to stay and complete their revenge plan. She was angry at him for bringing the spotlight to her during such a difficult time, but the deed had already been done. When she saw Rhys standing at the back of that conference room, she had thought he'd come to scold and insult her—after all, she had used him to establish Vancroft Automobile in the capital. But that wasn't the case at all. Rhys had actually found out the truth and come to beg her. His relationship with Judith had been fake, only
Luckily for Rhys, he got his answer the next morning. The whole of the capital woke up to two spectacular news stories. The first was the downfall of the Windsor family. Tony Windsor resigned from his position overnight amidst his uncle's arrest for embezzlement crimes. A cease and desist order was sent to their home, and everything was confiscated. In a single day, they were left with nothing as the bank threw the rest of the family out of the house. The shareholders held an emergency meeting to deliberate on who would be the next head. The choice was between Rhys Huxley and the CEO of Vancroft Automobile. They were in the middle of their meeting when the second big news of the morning dropped. {Mystery CEO of Vancroft Corporation and Sterling Industries Revealed to Be Hermione Huxley.} The media went into a frenzy. The woman who had been painted as a spoiled heiress, a failed wife, and a victim of scandal was, in fact, one of the most powerful business figures in the count
Rhys sat in his dark study, hesitating before inserting the USB into his laptop. Soon, a familiar image of him and Hermione from nine years ago—in his former bedroom—flickered onto the screen. It had taken him an entire day to finally brace himself to view the tape. This was the video that had started this whole mess. Before things escalated, he paused the footage, his expression grim. He wasn't watching for pleasure, this was an investigation. From the angle and direction, the video had been taken from a gap in the door. He knew his old room well and could tell exactly where the intruder had been standing. The person had actually been inside his house that night. The only other person at home had been Gianna, but she had stepped out earlier. Then who could it have been? Rhys studied the footage for a while before his eyes widened. He suddenly jolted from his seat, grabbed his coat, and stormed out of the house. Soon, he was parked in front of Windsor Enterprise. But this time,
"No. This can't be possible." Rhys shook his head, his voice cracking. "He couldn't have... no. She didn't..." "Rhys..." Evelyn started. "Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes turned red, wet with unshed tears. "Do you know what I've done? What I did to her?" "We didn't think you were in the right headspace to accept the truth back then. You were a depressed mess," George said gently. Evelyn added, "You would sit in the bathtub all day, and I had to check in every hour to make sure you hadn't harmed yourself. At that time, we thought the best thing was to move you away. And we were right—you did get better. Telling you would have just brought back all the terrible memories, so we decided to let you move on." George sighed. "When you revealed Hermione was your wife, we thought you two had made up. You looked so in love, so we didn't want to interfere. We knew what that girl had suffered, so we tried to make her feel as welcomed as possible. Not to mention, we still felt guilty for le
When he arrived at his parents' house, no one was eagerly waiting to welcome him like they had done the last time he came with Hermione. He shook off the memory and entered the sitting room, where his parents were already waiting. Gianna was typing away on her phone on the opposite couch. When she saw him, her face brightened. "Brother, you're here." She beamed. Rhys ruffled her hair before taking a seat across from his parents. "Good evening, Dad, Mom. You called." He got straight to the point. His father spoke first, while his mother glared at him. "What's this we're hearing? People are saying you divorced Hermione. Is that true?" Rhys remained silent for a moment as all eyes bored into him. Then he sighed and nodded. "Yes. We decided to part ways. We both signed the divorce papers, but they haven't been filed yet. Once they are, I'll put out an official statement." "Are you out of your mind?" Evelyn spat. "Why would you do something like that?" "Mom, calm down," Gianna inte
Hermione sat at the small table in the middle of the garden, the evening air cool against her skin. Rhys’s mansion was something out of a fairytale book. She’d settled there hours ago, letting the quiet wrap around her. Since morning, her phone hadn’t stopped buzzing with messages from people dema
When Rhys saw Hermione arrive at the registry in that backless dress, silk clinging to her in all the right places, he nearly lost his composure. She was breathtaking. It took every ounce of restraint he possessed to tear his gaze away from her body and focus on the marriage proceedings instead o
Hermione drove herself to the marriage registry the next morning, her expression blank and unreadable. “Hermione! Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” Her father’s furious voice exploded through the phone. “What is this nonsense I’m hearing? Your fiancé is with another woman? Aren’t you ashame
Hermione’s apartment felt hollow when she returned. She kicked the door shut and stood there, staring at the neatly stacked wedding gifts lining the wall. Boxes she would never open. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey, uncorked it, and took a long drink straight from the bottle. The burn scorched her







