The Betrayal on My Wedding Day

The Betrayal on My Wedding Day

Gavin

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I was Emily Hawthorne, heir to a legendary family cryptology business, destined to marry Ethan Kent, the charismatic golden boy of East Coast finance. We were the power couple, set to merge empires. I loved him with every fiber, sharing my family's deepest secrets, fiercely protecting his public image, and even giving him two beautiful children. But once he had everything – power, prestige, my family's intellectual fortune – he revealed his true, monstrous self. He orchestrated the brutal slaughter of my entire family, without mercy. Not even our own son and daughter were spared. His chilling justification echoed in my mind, "It was you, Emily. You and your damn family. You're the reason I couldn't save Clara from her troubles sooner. This is all on you." He blamed me for *his* forbidden love for a socialite. I felt the phantom bullet, the searing flames, as my world ended. How could the man I adored, the father of my children, repay my unwavering loyalty with such unthinkable, cold-blooded annihilation? The betrayal was absolute, the injustice a burning inferno. My family gone. My children gone. All for his ruthless ambition. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my bedroom, on the very morning of our engagement announcement. A second chance. This time, I knew every rule of his twisted game, and I would make him pay for every single tear, every drop of blood.

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I was Emily Hawthorne, heir to a legendary family cryptology business, destined to marry Ethan Kent, the charismatic golden boy of East Coast finance.

We were the power couple, set to merge empires.

I loved him with every fiber, sharing my family's deepest secrets, fiercely protecting his public image, and even giving him two beautiful children.

But once he had everything – power, prestige, my family's intellectual fortune – he revealed his true, monstrous self.

He orchestrated the brutal slaughter of my entire family, without mercy.

Not even our own son and daughter were spared.

His chilling justification echoed in my mind, "It was you, Emily. You and your damn family. You're the reason I couldn't save Clara from her troubles sooner. This is all on you."

He blamed me for *his* forbidden love for a socialite.

I felt the phantom bullet, the searing flames, as my world ended.

How could the man I adored, the father of my children, repay my unwavering loyalty with such unthinkable, cold-blooded annihilation?

The betrayal was absolute, the injustice a burning inferno.

My family gone.

My children gone.

All for his ruthless ambition.

Then, I opened my eyes.

I was back in my bedroom, on the very morning of our engagement announcement.

A second chance.

This time, I knew every rule of his twisted game, and I would make him pay for every single tear, every drop of blood.

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