Amorr Lambaa
“You have two choices, Delia. Either you wait for my son to bring Lacey home, or you call off this wedding and stop embarrassing yourself. My son is doing you a favour by marrying you. Don’t forget that.”
Five years.
Five years of loving him, building his dreams, and making excuses every time he chose another woman over me.
And on our wedding day, he left me at the altar to fetch his childhood sweetheart.
His mother expected me to smile, entertain the guests and wait.
Instead, I pulled off my veil, dropped my bouquet, and ran after the most powerful man at that wedding: the son of my father’s closest friend, and the son of the man my fiancé worshipped.
“Mr. Wexley, you’re single, right? Marry me.”
He looked at me with those unreadable eyes, and a faint smile touched his lips.
“Are you sure, Delia? Once you become my wife, there’s no going back.”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
By sunset, I was no longer an abandoned bride. I was the wife of one of the most powerful men in the city.
My ex thought I was throwing a tantrum. He believed I would come crawling back.
He had no idea I was already married.
He had no idea the woman he dismissed as just his secretary was a billionaire heiress.
And he had no idea the bride he left at the altar was about to become the one person he could never afford to offend.
Too late, Mr. Ex.
You lost your bride. I gained a husband.
And this time, I will never come second again.
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