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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

"No! This is all because of you! Because you rejected me! Because you chose him!" He pointed at Liam, his eyes filled with bitter resentment.


He quickly pulled an object from his jacket. The crowd present immediately panicked; some screamed, others ducked for cover. But to everyone's surprise, what he pulled out wasn't a gun, but a bottle of liquor.


"Look what I've become," he said, shaking the bottle, his voice laced with self-mockery. "The once-glorious heir to the Thorne family, now I'm just a drunkard, a joke."


He took a staggering step, swaying unsteadily towards me. Liam instantly moved to shield me, but I gently pushed him aside and walked towards Lucian.


"I once loved you, Lucian," I said, my voice soft yet firm. "I gave you my everything. But you chose betrayal, you chose deceit. I didn't ruin you; you ruined yourself."


Chapter 9