Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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In the Phoenix City.

After spending half an hour in the AY Jewelry Store, Sherry Xu finally decided to buy a necklace the shop assistant had suggested.

However, before she could give her bank card to the shop assistant, an arrogant female voice came from behind her.

"This necklace doesn't look very striking. However, it's unexpectedly a limited edition... I'll take it then!"

The woman's voice was sweet and feminine, but it had an arrogant tone to it that was enough to make anyone feel annoyed.

The woman walked over to the shop assistant, her high heels clacking on the marble floor, and stood beside Sherry Xu. The smell of her perfume gently wafted into the air.

Hearing this, Sherry Xu was stunned for a moment, and wrinkled her nose with distaste. Without casting a mere glance at the woman, Sherry Xu handed her credit card to the shop assistant. "Wrap this up, please," she said.

"A woman like you doesn't need a necklace like that,"

the woman beside her sneered. This time, her voice was even more offensive and discriminating. Before Sherry Xu had time to react, the woman rudely pushed her aside with her hip.

It was not until then that Sherry Xu looked at the woman's direction. At one glance, she instantly recognized who that woman was -- Jessie Liang.

What a small world!

"Can you take back your credit card? I still have other urgent matters awaiting me," Jessie Liang scoffed. Sherry Xu's other hand balled up into a fist at her side as she glared angrily at Jessie Liang. 'There was no way this woman could be serious!' Meanwhile, the shop assistant looked at the two women, unsure whether or not she should take Sherry Xu's credit card.

Seeing that Sherry Xu did not move a muscle, Jessie Liang looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just said?" she said arrogantly.

Having no patience for Sherry Xu's stubbornness, Jessie Liang raised her hand to hit the back of Sherry Xu's hand.

The slap was so hard that Sherry Xu's hand immediately turned red. It didn't help at all that Sherry Xu's skin was quite fair, making the slap mark even more highly noticeable.

The way Sherry Xu looked shocked made Jessie Liang feel even more dominant and cocky. "I'm telling you. Don't try and challenge my patience. Otherwise..."

Jessie Liang then turned around and gave a hard look at the shop assistant. It was obvious that the shop assistant was terrified of her, and didn't want to get on her bad side.

"In case you don't know yet, my husband is rich! He can buy this entire jewelry store without blinking an eye, let alone these two measly limited editions!"

Her words were like a threat. A smile crept up her face as she saw the shop assistant draw back her hand from taking Sherry Xu's card.

With a sigh, Sherry Xu looked helplessly at the frightened shop assistant. 'Poor girl... She was only trying to do her job, ' Sherry Xu thought. Then, she looked down her hand that Jessie Liang had slapped and frowned. It was as red as a tomato now.

'Do I really look so weak to be pushed around like this?'

At a moment of courage, Sherry Xu raised her head and was about to confront Jessie Liang. When all of a sudden, she heard a familiar voice. "What happened?"

Looking back, Sherry Xu was stunned. 'It's... Jeremy. I never thought I'd ever see him here.

He has always treated me like a stranger and now he's--'

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