Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy

It was finally the day she had always imagined. 

Diane stood in front of the full-length mirror in their luxurious bedroom, adjusting the strap of her silver gown one last time. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, catching the light like liquid moonlight. She had spent hours on her hair and makeup, wanting tonight to be flawless.

Two years of marriage. Two years of supporting Marcus through every late night, every risky deal, every moment of doubt. Tonight was the victory party for the biggest merger of his career—the one that would catapult him into the top tier of the business world. She had played her part quietly, perfectly. 

She smiled at her reflection, heart fluttering with pride. “You did well, Diane ,” she whispered. “He’ll finally see it tonight.”

Her phone buzzed with a text from Marcus: Hurry down. They’re waiting.

She took a deep breath, grabbed her clutch, and headed to the Grand Imperial Hotel ballroom.

The moment she entered, the glamour hit her. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Five hundred elite guests mingled, champagne flowing freely. This was Marcus’s night, and she felt a swell of happiness for him.

She found her seat near the front as the MC took the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man who made tonight possible—Marcus Voss!”

Thunderous applause erupted. Marcus strode onto the stage in his sharp black tuxedo, looking every inch the successful tycoon. He took the microphone with a confident grin.

“Thank you. Thank you all,” he began, voice booming. “This merger is the result of years of hard work, vision, and relentless determination. I poured everything into this—late nights, tough decisions, sacrifices no one else could understand. And tonight, we stand at the top because of my efforts.”

Diane clapped along with everyone, her smile widening. She waited for him to mention her support, the way she had stood by him through it all.

But he didn’t.

Marcus continued smoothly, crediting his team in vague terms, then raised his glass toward the VIP section. “And of course, a special acknowledgement to Mr. Damien Voss—my father. Your guidance and investment made this possible. Thank you.”

Damien Voss sat there, powerful, silver-haired and imposing, giving only a slight nod. No smile.

Diane’s hands tightened in her lap. Still no mention of her. Not even a passing “my wife helped organize this.” 

She pushed the disappointment down. Maybe he was saving the best for last.

Marcus paused dramatically, scanning the crowd. Then his tone shifted, becoming warmer, almost tender.

“And now, there’s one more person I want to call up here. The woman who stood by me all along. Through every challenge, every high and low. The one who truly believed in me when no one else did.”

Diane ’s heart leaped. Finally. She rose from her seat, cheeks flushing with surprise and joy. Whispers rippled through the room as people turned to look at her. She smoothed her gown and started walking toward the stage steps, pulse racing. This was it—the public recognition she had waited for.

Marcus’s eyes met hers for a brief second. Then he smiled and extended his hand—not toward her, but toward the front row on the opposite side.

“Sophia Lang, please come up.”

Diane froze mid-step.

Sophia—stunning in a sleek red dress, long legs and perfect smile—rose gracefully and glided toward the stage. The entire ballroom seemed to hold its breath. Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire. Diane stood there, half-risen, feeling as if the floor had dropped beneath her.

What?

Everyone looked shocked. Even the waitstaff paused. Heads turned from Diane to Sophia and back again.

Sophia climbed the steps elegantly. Marcus took her hand, pulling her close to his side with obvious affection.

“Sophia has been my rock,” he said, voice loud and clear through the microphones. “She’s the one who pushed me to dream bigger, who stayed up with me reviewing contracts, who brought fresh ideas and real connections. Her father’s influence opened doors I never could have touched alone. She’s smart, beautiful, ambitious—everything a man at the top needs by his side.”

Diane ’s stomach twisted violently. She slowly sank back into her seat, face burning with humiliation. The silver gown that had felt elegant moments ago now felt cheap and pathetic.

Marcus turned to look directly at the crowd—at her—and his expression hardened.

“Which is why I’ve made a decision. Sophia isn’t just my partner in business anymore. She’s going to be my wife.”

The room erupted in shocked whispers and scattered applause. Cameras flashed wildly.

Marcus reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick white envelope. He held it up for everyone to see.

“And to make it official…” He looked straight at Diane now. “Diane , I'm truly very sorry but I can no longer lie to myself, these are the divorce papers. I’ve already signed them. The penthouse is being transferred to Sophia’s name as we speak. You’ll receive a modest settlement—enough to start over somewhere quiet. But let’s be honest: you were never meant for this level. You were good for the early days. Comfortable. Ordinary. But the view from the top requires someone who matches it.”

Tears stung Diane ’s eyes. She clutched the edge of her chair, refusing to let them fall in front of all these people.

This was a dream, Diane prayed so hard, this wasn't happening. 

Marcus raised his glass high. “To new beginnings! And to Sophia—my future wife!”