Discarded Fiancée: The Tech King's True Queen

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picture of fragile innocence. She dabbed at her eyes with a delica

ound and started to rush towards the door, her steps purposefully unsteady. As she passed a low-l

d of her fall, emphasized by a sharp intake of breath, echoed in the stunned silence of the room.

napped. Panic flashed in his eyes. He lunged from the sofa, his chair scraping loudly

g, unsure how to help. Then, with a sudden, decisive movement, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her like a fr

It was etched with a cold anger, a furious condemnation I had never seen directed

"I'm taking Kacy out of here. We won't bother you anymore. You can have your precious party all to yourself." He

ed history. He had stripped away my dignity, casting me as the villain, and then banished me from my own welcome-home party. After twenty years of shared life, of growing up together, of promises whispered under starlit skies, I was discarded, replaced, and then c

h. I pulled it out, almost automatically. Several messages, urgen

anded in A City?" th

Have you considered my offer

, everything you deserve. Five years, Kaitlyn. Fiv

he wreckage of my emotional landscape. "If you are truly

er demanded. He had continued his unwavering courtship even when I moved to London, visiting regularly, always available, always supportive, never once overstepping his bounds. His messages were always carefully

t of a past, to a man who had so clearly destroyed all that we once were? Everett represented a different fut

cisively. "I'll marry you." I hit send. It wa