My Stolen Providence のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

On the morning of the third day, two demand letters arrived at the same time. One went to Evans Group, and the other to the Wellington Residence. When Natalie opened hers, the wedding planner was confirming the ceremony schedule with her. The letter listed every transfer involving our shared wedding account. Of the 46,000 dollars, 32,800 had come from my salary and bonuses. Of that money, 29,000 dollars had been spent on Ryan's custom suit, his stay at a rehabilitation center, and the honeymoon hotel deposit. I demanded that Natalie return the money she had misappropriated within seven days and compensate me for the belongings that had been damaged when she ordered them removed. The wedding planner noticed her expression and asked quietly, "Ms. Natalie, are we still going ahead with that ceremony to keep Ryan calm?" Natalie did not answer. She stared at the last page of the attachment, a notice formally ending our engagement. There were no arguments, no pleas. Just my signa

The day after Natalie returned back to the country, Ryan fainted in front of reporters. He had only gone to the hospital for a checkup, but someone had apparently tipped off the media, and reporters crowded the entrance. Ryan looked pale in front of the cameras. When a reporter asked if the fake wedding would go ahead, his eyes filled with tears. "Leon might still be angry with me. If he's willing to come back, I'll cancel the ceremony and return everything to him." The video quickly began trending online. Some people praised Ryan for repaying cruelty with kindness. Others accused me of ruining the wedding of the man who had saved my life and sabotaging Wellington Group's project in a fight over the family fortune. Wellington Group's public relations department drafted a statement emphasizing once again that Ryan had been in the accident while saving me. But when the document reached Claire, she didn't sign it. Remembering the questions raised during Summit Group's meeting,

Mom had returned to the Wellington residence before Grant arrived to check my belongings and get it inventoried. She carefully set out my books, trophy, and picture frames. Some books had been ruined by the rain, so she used the purchase records to order a new set. Ryan still refused to hand over the watch Grandpa had left me. "If he's already abandoned this family, what right does he have to take our things?" Ryan hid his wrist behind his back. Grant opened the authorization documents. "The photographs will confirm that Leon inherited this watch from his grandfather. It's his personal property, not a family asset." "Grandpa loved me for more than twenty years too!" Ryan argued. He was unmoved. "But the will leaves the watch to Leon alone." Mom held out her hand. "Ryan, take it off." Ryan looked at her, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Mom, you told me I would always be your son. Now you're going to take Grandpa's watch away from me because of him?" "It was his to begi

The day originally set for the engagement ceremony arrived. Ryan put on my suit early that morning. His eyes were red from crying. He had the stylist cover it up with makeup and insisted on opening the banquet hall. "The invitations have already gone out, so we can't let everyone laugh at us." By the time Natalie reached the hotel, plenty of guests were already seated. Ryan approached her, adjusting his cuffs. "Natalie, I know you've been upset lately. After the ceremony, we'll go find Leon together. If we all talk to him, I'm sure he'll come home." Natalie looked at the suit. The red wine stains along the bottom had been cleaned off, and the missing buttons had been replaced. But she still remembered me asking her how I looked when I first tried it on. She had been busy replying to work messages and said absent-mindedly, "They're all the same." Now she understood that they were not. With someone else wearing the suit, the ceremony could never be the same. "The ceremony

Ryan did not show much sorrow on the day he was removed from his position. He simply took off his employee badge and knocked everything in his office off to the floor. "Happy now?" Claire stood in the doorway. "Taking credit for someone else's work and misleading the media are both grounds for firing you." "Oh, that sounds so, very noble," Ryan said as he pulled an envelope of documents from his drawer and threw it at Claire's feet. "You think getting rid of me will bring Leon back?" Inside were a notice withdrawing a board appointment and a draft agreement to place company shares in trust. A year after I was reunited with the family, Dad had intended to put me on the board and transfer five percent of the company's shares to me. After the accident, he had withdrawn the appointment and marked those shares for Ryan's trust instead. Dad had signed the documents. Claire's expression changed as she looked up. "Dad said he was only postponing it." Ryan sneered. "He lied to