The CEO'S SECRET BRIDE
Helen said softly, bowing her head before hurrying out of the room.
Meanwhile, across town, Bridget’s dressing room was in chaos. Her wedding gown, once a symbol of perfection, was now torn and crumpled in a heap on the floor. Her makeup was smeared, her eyes wild with fury. Her closest friend and bridesmaid, Lillian, sat silently on the couch, unsure what to say or do.
“He left me,” Bridget said, pacing the room like a trapped animal. “In front of everyone! Can you imagine what they’re saying right now?” she said, throwing a bouquet of wilted roses across the room. The flowers hit the mirror, scattering petals on the marble floor.
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