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As the sole heiress of the Vance Group, I had been with my fiancé for three years and considered him my everything.
I naively believed I had found perfect love.
Until I lay on the hospital bed, suffering from acute gastric bleeding, and my fiancé finally dropped his pretense.
"I've long been fed up with you...a haughty princess."
"I've been with that intern for three years now, and we have twins."
"You were just a stepping stone for me to revive my family's fortunes. It would be best if you could just disappear quietly."
So, all those three years of sweet nothings had been lies. He loved someone else, and all he truly wanted was my family's money.
An excruciating pain washed over me, the heart monitor shrieked frantically, and I closed my eyes in despair.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back three years prior, on the very day my father had asked for my opinion on this marriage.

The Second Chance Fate Gave Me

On the eve of the wedding, the security team reported that Lucian's whereabouts had become unpredictable. He was frequently visiting bars, his mood was extremely unstable, and he had even drunkenly threatened to "make Elara pay the price."


"Maybe we should change the wedding plans," Liam suggested worriedly, "something more private, safer."


"No， I won't let Lucian's threats change our plans. This is our day, and I refuse to let fear dictate it."


"Then at least let me increase the security," Liam insisted. "I can't risk putting you in danger."


I agreed to his proposal, my heart filled with gratitude for his protection and care.


On the wedding day, our private estate at Long Island was heavily guarded. Despite this, the atmosphere inside the estate remained warm and romantic; flowers, ribbons, and champagne created a dreamlike scene.


Chapter 8