“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.”