The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

Gavin

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The first sign was a text message glowing on Liam' s phone screen. "I miss you. When can I see you again?" it read, from a woman named Sarah. I was sitting on the edge of our bed, waiting for him, clutching the phone that held a history of his secret intimacy. When he walked out of the shower, naked save for the towel around his hips, I didn' t scream. I just held up the phone and said, "Her or me, Liam." He chose me, deleted her number, and swore it was a mistake. But the silence in our penthouse grew louder, his touch became a habit, and his eyes looked through me, not at me. I felt myself disappearing, desperate and pathetic, despite being the heiress to a real estate empire. So, I proposed to him, clutching at a phantom hope at a charity gala, only for his forced "Okay, Ava. Let' s get married" to ring hollow. The wedding preparations were a blur of my efforts, conspicuously absent of him. My friends and family saw the pity in my eyes, but I pushed on, convinced the vows would banish Sarah' s ghost. Then, on our painfully beautiful wedding day, as the officiant prepared to pronounce us, a small voice cut through the air. "Daddy?" A little girl, no more than five, stood at the aisle's entrance, huge tearful eyes fixed on Liam. His face went ashen. He dropped my hands as if burned, turned, and ran-away from me, our vows, everything-scooping the little girl into his arms. Sarah stood behind her, a triumphant, sorrowful look on her face. He abandoned me at the altar, humiliating me for the world to see. Deep down, a cold clarity told me this was always a possibility, and I was not unprepared. Taking the microphone, I announced, "The groom has a prior commitment. Enjoy the food. Consider it a celebration of my newfound freedom." I ordered security and called my lawyer. They had robbed me of my dignity, but I wouldn't let them rewrite my story. It was time to fight back.

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The first sign was a text message glowing on Liam' s phone screen.

"I miss you. When can I see you again?" it read, from a woman named Sarah.

I was sitting on the edge of our bed, waiting for him, clutching the phone that held a history of his secret intimacy.

When he walked out of the shower, naked save for the towel around his hips, I didn' t scream.

I just held up the phone and said, "Her or me, Liam."

He chose me, deleted her number, and swore it was a mistake.

But the silence in our penthouse grew louder, his touch became a habit, and his eyes looked through me, not at me.

I felt myself disappearing, desperate and pathetic, despite being the heiress to a real estate empire.

So, I proposed to him, clutching at a phantom hope at a charity gala, only for his forced "Okay, Ava. Let' s get married" to ring hollow.

The wedding preparations were a blur of my efforts, conspicuously absent of him.

My friends and family saw the pity in my eyes, but I pushed on, convinced the vows would banish Sarah' s ghost.

Then, on our painfully beautiful wedding day, as the officiant prepared to pronounce us, a small voice cut through the air.

"Daddy?"

A little girl, no more than five, stood at the aisle's entrance, huge tearful eyes fixed on Liam.

His face went ashen.

He dropped my hands as if burned, turned, and ran-away from me, our vows, everything-scooping the little girl into his arms.

Sarah stood behind her, a triumphant, sorrowful look on her face.

He abandoned me at the altar, humiliating me for the world to see.

Deep down, a cold clarity told me this was always a possibility, and I was not unprepared.

Taking the microphone, I announced, "The groom has a prior commitment. Enjoy the food. Consider it a celebration of my newfound freedom."

I ordered security and called my lawyer.

They had robbed me of my dignity, but I wouldn't let them rewrite my story.

It was time to fight back.

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