All Chapters of I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For the next forty-eight hours, I became one with my bed.No calls. No outside world. Just me, a pile of blankets, and the crushing weight of humiliation.That slap from Rhys wasn’t just a blow to the face. In so many ways, it was a slap across my entire life—one steeped in desperation, delusion, and pathetic longing. It forced me awake. It forced me to look back on everything I’d ever done to make him notice me, everything I did for a fantasy called “us” that had never truly existed.God, where do I even begin?Like the time he casually mentioned he liked girls with smooth, silky hair. That night, I ordered three bottles of the shampoo he’d once praised. My scalp broke out in hives. I smiled through the pain and said, “It’s fine—some allergic reactions are worth it.”Or when he told me he was too busy with work to grab dinner, so I stayed up learning how to bake and brought him a box of pastries in the rain. He didn’t even open the door—just had the receptionist tell me, “Don’t bothe

As soon as they were gone, Ivanna dragged me out of the club.Damn it. I hated that Katherine had predicted every single thought running through my mind.Yes, I had still been considering salvaging my relationship with Rhys.But now? The truth was right there, unmistakable and raw—they’d been sleeping together behind my back all along. And me? I was just the foolish, unnecessary third wheel in their twisted little story.What I couldn’t wrap my head around was—why had Katherine faked her disappearance four years ago? What exactly had she been hiding? And why come back now?My eyes stung. I tilted my head toward the sky, forcing the tears back.Fine. Katherine’s back. Perfect. Now they could all reunite like a happy little four-piece family™, and I… I was finally free.“Mira… I’m so sorry. I had no idea they’d be there tonight. I didn’t even know Katherine was back.” Ivanna’s eyes were full of regret.I gave a bitter laugh and shook my head. “Neither did I. But I heard it loud and clea

I don’t even remember how I got out of that house.All I had was one single, sharp conclusion echoing through my head—I must not be their daughter.And I had to find out the truth.It was the only explanation I could cling to—because otherwise, how could I live with the idea that my own parents were capable of being this cruel?The moment I got back to my apartment, I collapsed into bed. I didn’t move until my phone started ringing.It was Ivanna.I didn’t wait for her to ask anything—I just blurted out everything my parents had done.And, yes… I also told her about the one-night stand.I left out the proposal.Ivanna let out a scream so high-pitched it could probably shatter glass and murder all the plants in my apartment.“You had a one-night stand?! And you didn’t FaceTime me live from the scene?!”I switched the phone to speaker and tossed it onto the couch, slumping back into the cushions with my eyes closed.Her voice kept going like fireworks:“Who is he? What mythological rea

I stopped outside his door, took a deep breath like I was about to skydive without a parachute, and knocked.No going back now. Not unless I fancied throwing myself down the stairwell.The door swung open almost immediately, leaving me zero time to panic or bolt.There he was—in a suit. A proper one. Not the kind you wear for a Zoom meeting or to make your ex jealous on Instagram, but the sort that whispered ‘money’ and ‘I don’t queue for anything, ever.’He looked like he was on his way out.Maybe a date.Probably with someone tall, elegant, and dangerously immune to carbs.Regret made a swift U-turn in my gut, and I took a tiny step back, already rethinking everything.But then he gestured for me to wait. He was on the phone, looking very much like a man who closed deals before breakfast. He held up a hand, mouthed ‘one second’, then pointed inside.I stepped into his flat, trying not to look too nosy while absolutely snooping.It was about the same size and layout as mine, but the

‘Shut it, Rhys,’ I snapped. ‘You know damn well why I broke things off. So do us all a favour and back off.’He clocked the death grip I had on the wine bottle and caught the look in my eyes—the same look that said I wouldn’t think twice about smashing it over his infuriating head again, just like last time.Rhys froze. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. Like I’d just walked up and slapped him with a frozen salmon.He simply couldn’t compute the fact that I was no longer the starry-eyed doormat who used to treat his words like gospel. Probably still catching up from that time I’d literally slapped him during our breakup.Honestly, I don’t think his ego had recovered.Before Rhys could open his mouth again, a manager in a suit so sharp it could’ve sliced air walked over. He looked at Rhys and Catherine like they were yesterday’s expired prawns.‘Sir, ma’am, I’m afraid you’re now on our banned list. You’re no longer welcome here. Ever.’Rhys spluttered like a clogged kettle.