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My partner contracted an unusual illness, and his survival seemed unlikely. To secure the treatment, I had an intimate encounter with the head of the research facility. Clay Danhauser pulled through. He proposed to me on bended knee, his eyes brimming with tears. However, shortly after, I discovered him trying on wedding attire—with my former college housemate. When I mustered the courage to address this, he responded with contempt. "The idea of you being intimate with another man disgusts me! I should marry someone pure and untainted—not someone who's been shared like a cheap, soiled plaything!" His cruel words left

A Bride's Twisted Tale

Jewell grasped my hand and softly asked, "Who's that person?"


Before I could respond, Melissa interjected with a cruel grin. "Uncle, don't waste your sympathy. That woman may have been roughed up, but she had it coming. She hooked up with some guy and then dared to show up at our wedding! You shouldn't have struck your nephew just for her sake—"


Clifton silenced her with an icy look before she could finish.


Then, without hesitation, Clifton raised his palm and struck her across the cheek.


Clifton bent down, assisted me to my feet, and firmly held my hand. His cold gaze swept the room before settling on Clay.


"Lorraine is my fiancée! Are you asking for trouble, Clay?!"


Clay's complexion drained. He stuttered, "Your... your fiancée? That's... that's not possible! How could you be getting hitched without my knowledge?"


Clifton shouted sharply, "And who do you think you are? A bastard like you doesn't deserve an invitation to my wedding!"


Chapter 6