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At her wedding banquet, a man claiming to be Selina's lover stormed in, brandishing so-called intimate photos and causing chaos.  

Selina immediately saw through this as a scheme orchestrated by her half-sister, Natalia. However, Selina's fiancé, Ryan, not only refused to believe her but also went out of his way to defend Natalia.  

It turned out that Ryan and Natalia had already developed feelings for each other in secret. Everyone—Selina's father, stepmother, and Ryan's parents—knew about their affair, except for Selina, who was left in the dark.  

Taking advantage of the situation, Selina's father suggested swapping brides, proposing that Natalia replace Selina and complete the wedding. Ryan's family not only didn’t object but wholeheartedly supported the idea.  

That was the moment Selina finally realized the cruel truth: her family and Ryan's family were nothing but wolves in sheep’s clothing!  

"Cancel the engagement? Fine. But let it be clear—I’m the one rejecting you, you two-timing, spineless excuse for a man!" Selina declared with unshakable confidence.  

Her gaze then swept across the room, landing on an elegant and distinguished man. She vaguely remembered him as Ryan’s younger uncle. Walking over, she boldly asked, "Sir, how about getting married?"  

The man raised an eyebrow, finding her audacity intriguing. "It would be my honor, madam," he replied.  

...

Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle"

Before Katie could finish her sentence, Selina had already flipped open the design portfolio—and everyone's expression changed instantly.

Katie's words caught in her throat.

Every single design was defaced with black ink, covered in vulgar slurs like "whore" and "bitch," scrawled aggressively in red marker.

The handwriting was twisted and ferocious, oozing hatred toward the portfolio's original owner.

A suffocating silence fell over the entire living room.

Selina slowly raised her head, her sharp, icy gaze locking onto Katie's terrified eyes. She spoke each word with deliberate, venomous clarity:

Her eyes were so piercing, so devoid of warmth, that Katie's knees buckled. She collapsed to the floor with a thud, stammering, "I-It wasn't me!"

The Scapegoat