Broken At The Altar, Reborn Stronger

“"I have a moral duty to marry her," my fiancé announced at the altar, abandoning me for my sobbing sister. He claimed she was pregnant by a stalker meant for him. When I sliced my wrist in despair, he didn't panic-he sneered. "Stop acting crazy, Angela. It's disgusting. Just wait a year for me." Five years later, I returned as a top immunologist. When his son collapsed from anaphylaxis at a gala, I rushed to save him. Instead of gratitude, my sister slapped me, and my ex-fiancé kicked me in the ribs, screaming that I was poisoning his child. I injected the life-saving drug anyway, collapsing in pain as police sirens wailed outside. "Arrest this psycho!" my ex demanded, pointing at me. But the officers walked past me to handcuff him, just as a cold, powerful voice cut through the chaos. "You have five seconds to step away from my wife."”