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On the wedding day, the man I loved for sixteen years stole my wedding dress and eloped with his assistant.
His brother lied to me that he was waiting for me at the marriage registry.
When I returned to the wedding scene, there was only a mess.
The wedding ceremony of my fiancé and his assistant was over.
The red fake marriage certificate in my hand was extremely dazzling amid the laughter around me.
It turned out that I was a clown.
I turned around and picked up my phone and dialed the marriage proposal number that I had rejected countless times:
"Mr. Harrison, I am willing to accept your proposal."

Betrayed at the Altar, A Vengeful I Do

After my marriage to Harrison, Lucas and Liam faded into the background of my existence.


I reminisced about invoking our childhood bond and bringing an umbrella to him during a rainy high school day. His eyes glistened at the memory.


Liam chimed in, recounting how I always chose the perfect birthday presents and wanted to host an exclusive celebration for our trio.


I grinned, glancing at the meticulously arranged wedding gown sketches behind them.


Those bygone materials had been cast aside by time, much like our emotions.


"The gifts you gave me vanished long ago, and those designs are no longer relevant," I stated matter-of-factly.


They hesitated, Lucas's hand falling limply, his gaze filled with dejection.


Suddenly, Sophia burst in, clinging to them, begging them not to abandon her.


Her unexpected arrival caught me off guard.


Lucas and Liam broke free, flustered, insisting they had always loved me and merely intended to shape my character.


Chapter 8