Dear fiancé: I am beautiful again

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of me as a gold digger but she stayed in France so I didn't have to encounter her after the wedding, which was a big relief from my end. I sat in my room, as I checked out the information the private investigator just sent to me. I hired another one to spy on George and Tami to see what they've been up to for the past three years. My mouth flew open in shock as I read the information. George had acquired all the properties I had, he must have forged the transfer of ownership documents to claim them. He had even set up a hotel on one of them which was currently thriving with lots of investors putting their money into the hotel to further expand it. I also saw that he had a restaurant one one of the lands and was planning on building a club on the other. I clenched my fist in anger as my eyes narrowed, full of vengeance. So they took over my properties and even built companies on them after discarding me. I cringed as I saw pictures of him and Tami by his side as they posed for the camera. So they think they can have a happily ever after when they hurt me? No way! The private investigator sent me an invite for a party which would be taking place at the rooftop of his hotel. It is time to start the first round of the revenge. First, I need to get a dress and then visit my old house, where my brother and I used to stay. I got dressed and went to a nearby boutique. Picking a dress was very easy for me, the staff kept complimenting my beauty and I couldn't help but blush . I loved the look, and it complimented my figure and hugged my curves in the right places. Next, I needed a new hairstyle. I wanted to go bold and blonde, something to make me completely stand out from how I used to look. I got to the salon and immediately transformed into a blonde beauty, just like the movie stars. Up next, I went to my former house. Lucian told me I was free to drive his cars so getting there wasn't a problem. It felt like deja vu again as I stepped into my familiar neighborhood, and I couldn't help but hold back tears. This is where I grew up and held all my memories. I wanted to shed a tear but I held myself back; I have to be strong. I got to the apartment and tried to open the door but it was locked. I peeped through the windows but of course, there was nobody inside. I removed the pin I used to pack my hair and unlocked the door. I remember I used to do that back in the day, when I wanted to sneak into my mum's room to steal her makeup. I entered inside the house and was greeted by a cloud of dust, and I coughed loudly, using my hands to wave the dust away. I walked around the house, ex