Cancelled Wedding: Pursued By The Secret Tycoon

Chapter 2

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e her slowly came into focus, and the sharp smell of antiseptic filled th

gh fever when you arrived last night. It'

throat was dry and painful, and even

hone on the bedside tab

ages. Charle Parrish had

e, she didn't wait for an explanation or a reason

he engagement is off.

ber, removed him from every social me

d she put do

told her the fever had gone down. She could

e papers, her phone rang. The

arp and impatient. "Gen! What are you doing? Didn't you see my em

idn't mention the fever. She didn't mention Char

d, she ended the call and

evieve left the hospital and took a cab ba

e same as before. The expensive furniture, the spotless ro

large suitcases. She packed quickly. Clothes, books, jewelry desi

g on the vanity, her hand paused for a second. Then she pic

Charle had bought for h

box hidden behind the books. Inside were old photographs of her

tacted a moving company and sent her belongings to a storag

stood in the livin

from her finger and placed it beside

suite at The Whitby Hotel, an

she walked out of the apa

y, cutting off the place where

he stood at the front

ieve H

uitcase down and walked toward the floor-

she stood th

and dialed a number she ha

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“Genevieve Harding stood in the VIP fitting room, wearing a six-figure custom wedding gown, waiting for her fiancé of ten years. But when a sudden, agonizing pain ripped through her abdomen, Charle impatiently dismissed her call. "Take an Uber to the hospital. Don't be so dramatic." Before the line went dead, Genevieve clearly heard the voice of Keshia, the woman he had been secretly seeing. Diagnosed with acute appendicitis, Genevieve underwent emergency surgery completely alone. Dragging her post-op body down the hospital corridor in the dead of night, she saw Charle in a nearby room, tenderly tucking a blanket around Keshia. When her aunt found out about the rift, she didn't care about Genevieve's health, only demanding she apologize to Charle so her cousin could get a job at his company. "Think about our family's reputation! You owe us!" For ten years, Genevieve had been the compliant fiancé, believing in their childhood sweetheart fairy tale. She didn't understand why her loyalty was rewarded with such cold betrayal, or why her own family only saw her as a disposable pawn for wealth. This time, she didn't cry or make a scene. Genevieve left the diamond ring on the coffee table, blocked her toxic relatives, and moved out of the penthouse. She was going to the most exclusive high-society gala in New York, completely on her own.”