The Billionaire's Regretful Marriage

vous, her knuckles numb as she clutched the edge of the veil dr

ont of the mirror, staring at her reflection with a small

nally arrived. The white lace gown had initially felt heavy on her slender frame, but with every passin

near. Her best friend, Lydia, entered the room with a bright face. "Are you r

oser and gently rubbed her shoulder. "Come on, we practiced w

thing she had tried to suppress. The reality of getting married had drowned out any worries

us fashion brand, after all. Of course, a wedding like this took up a lot of his time

Amelia replied, flashing

on her. Most of them were Ethan's colleagues-wealthy and influential people whom

ple she had barely, if ever, met until today. Ethan had always sai

h, she saw the long carpet leading to the altar, where only a

sion, concern etched on their faces, as if willing her to believe that Ethan, who s

was

simply nodded slowly, as if asking her to wait. A few guests star

ispered to Lydia, who

be he's running late becaus

s the anxiety crawling up her throat. She scanned the crowd, hoping someone would pr

d, her face pale. In her hands was a small white env

the envelope. Inside was a small note, E

know this is painful, but I have to b

dn't caught her. A soft murmur rippled through the crowd as they watched

happ

ares around her. Lydia called her name, but Amelia could

-whether from fashion magazines or online tabloids-flooded the room.

hat was Eth

of the church. "Leave! Everyone, leav

whispers filling the grand hall with ridicule. Amelia was

s really over?" Lydia asked, panic

nt should truly be annulled." His voice was calm, but to Amel

, but Amelia could only stare blankly at the altar-the p

never be serious about a girl like you. Look at what you've done to our family! H

at this wasn't her fault. But her voice was gon

ding up a phone. She showed someth

Lydia hesitated, but Amelia sn

, her world s

n a rush, but clear enough to show Ethan pre

unched through Amelia's sto

nce, this was what she g

st a misunderstanding," L

walked out of the church. Every step felt heavier than the

ng the pure white fabric into a dull gray. But she didn't care. She kept

streaming down her face. The wedding gown she had once envisio

ind the wheel of his car-with the same woman by his side, gently caressing his leg. W