Discarded Fiancée: The Tech King's True Queen

Chapter 3

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nds echoed her sentiment, their faces lighting up with a mixture of welcome and eager anticipation. I nodded, a small, tight smile o

er early twenties, with delicate features and wide, innocent eyes. She was certainly not a "copy" of me. There was no physical resembl

rivate lounge, was part of the Barton family legacy. I owned a significant share. This wasn't just a seat; it was my seat, a symbolic claim of belonging and authority. Kacy, perched there, half-lean

nudging Edwin, trying to signal the inappropriateness of the situation. Edwin, however, seemed oblivious, or perhaps unwilling to acknowledge the obvious social faux pas. He

sive edge. "Kacy just naturally gravitated to that spot. There's no need to make a fuss about a chai

ed, my voice laced with steel. "Perhaps you should have informed your guest about the customs of this place, or at least, who actually owns

's eyes, which had held a flicker of defensiveness, now hardened. His gaze became icy, devoid o

w and dangerous. "This is not the time or place." His

, silencing the gossip. "Don't you dare speak of Kaitlyn like that! You know nothing about her, and you have no right to question her character!" he had declared, his eyes blazing wit

rivals had tried to do. His words, his protective stance over Kacy, felt exactly like the betrayal of t

steady, unwavering. "Tell me, Edwin, what would you consider a 's

angry with Kaitlyn." She spoke my name with a saccharine sweetness that grated on my nerves. "It's all my fault. I didn't know. I'm so sorry, Kaitlyn. I'l

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Discarded Fiancée: The Tech King's True Queen

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“I returned to New York for my welcome-home party, expecting a warm embrace from Edwin, my devoted fiancé of twenty years. Instead, his first words to me were a cold, public warning to stay away from his new girlfriend, Kacy. He stood in my family's hotel, shielding a girl I had never even met, and painted me as a vicious, jealous bully. "She is very sensitive, Kaitlyn. Her background is tough. Please, be gentle with her. Don't upset her." He humiliated me in front of our entire elite circle, allowing them to mock me as the aggressive, discarded ex while he carried her away like a fragile princess. For twenty years, I had been his loyal shadow, fixing his mistakes and loving him unconditionally. I couldn't understand how decades of deep devotion could be instantly erased by a few crocodile tears and a manipulative damsel act. He was absolutely certain I would throw a tantrum, cry, and eventually crawl back to beg for his attention. But he was wrong. He didn't know that Everett Rowe, a billionaire tech mogul, had been patiently waiting five years to marry me. He also didn't know that during my three years abroad, I wasn't just studying art-I became "K.B.", the ruthless Wall Street predator who could swallow his family's empire whole. I calmly pulled out my phone, ignored the mocking whispers around me, and typed a single message to Everett. "Yes. I'll marry you."”