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During my birthday celebration, my partner unexpectedly revealed his impending nuptials to another woman, shocking everyone at the company gathering. I maintained my composure, refraining from tears or outbursts. Instead, I discreetly sought him out, longing for answers. However, what I accidentally discovered was far more distressing than I could have anticipated.
I caught snippets of his conversation with a companion in the corridor.
"Don't you think Lenore will be devastated by this news?" the friend inquired with concern.
Daniel exhaled, responding pragmatically, "What other options do I have? If I don't wed Grace, her relatives will compel her to marry an unfamiliar man. I can't allow that to happen."
The friend paused before continuing, "But what about Lenore... you've been together for so long. Doesn't that hold any significance?"
Daniel's soft laugh, once a source of comfort, now felt like a harsh rebuke. "Lenore has been by my side for eight years. It's common knowledge. What alternative does she have but to wait for me?"
Every statement felt like a painful blow to my heart. Eight years of devotion, endurance, and steadfast backing—and this was his perception of me? As someone without any other prospects?
Subsequently, my relatives arranged an introduction with a potential suitor they deemed more appropriate. A gentleman from the prominent Cortez Family. The day I was set to marry this stranger coincided with Daniel's wedding to Grace.
As Daniel's wedding day drew near, he couldn't shake off a feeling of disquiet. Something seemed amiss. He instructed his groomsmen to remain vigilant, concerned that I might disrupt the ceremony.
One of them hesitated before revealing, "Haven't you heard? Lenore is also getting married today."

The Betrayed Bride's Revenge Wedding

In an instant, a silhouette emerged, racing towards me. I was still trying to make sense of the situation when I suddenly felt a gust of air brush past my ear. The grip on my arm loosened, and I found myself enveloped in a comforting embrace.


Frederick's chest heaved rapidly. As I rested against him, the world around us seemed to grow quiet. The only sound I could discern was the rapid thumping of his heart.


A single strike sent Daniel sprawling to the ground. As he raised his head to gaze at the unfamiliar man standing over him, his eyes were filled with anguish and shock. He cried out, "Who are you?"


Frederick gently encircled my waist with his arm, as if asserting his claim. He declared firmly, "I'm her spouse. Frederick Cortez."


He then lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. In a whisper only I could hear, he said, "Don't worry. I'm here."


Chapter 13