His Father's Wife
My marriage to Dante Moretti, the heir to the Moretti family, was arranged when we were kids.
But after my father died, he publicly refused to marry me. Three times.
Each time, he used his dead mother as an excuse, and I couldn't argue.
The third time, I walked in on him with some starlet on the anniversary of his mother’s death, and I overheard him sneer:
“A boring woman like Isabella? Who the hell would want her?”
“So desperate to marry me. It’s pathetic.”
I looked down at my white wedding dress, turned on my heel, and knocked on his father's door.
Later, on the day I moved into the Moretti estate, I ran into Dante.
He thought I was there to force his hand and ran his mouth.
But he had no idea I was already his new stepmother.