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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 813    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

uary of quiet luxury. I was there to pick up my wedding band, a simple, elegant platinum band custom-designe

all smile on my face, when the door chimed and

t necklace! It would be div

ow it was Tiff, with Pres in tow.

transaction with the sales associate. But Tiff,

d, loud enough for the entire store to hear. She

in my hand. "What have you got there, Rory?

. "It's my weddi

ith feigned surprise, then narrowed wi

he reached for the box.

you," I s

ion thunderous. "Don't be rude, R

," I replied, my pa

, darling. Not when you' re making a fool of yourself all ov

s. It' s probably not even real diamon

baseless, barely register

turning to the sales associat

Give Tiff the ring, Rory," he dem

I said

vement, Pres snatched t

re shocked by the au

hant smirk on his face. Tiff

um band lay nestl

appointment. "It's... plain." She reached

r, the one already adorned with a gaudy

t go past

ned, yanking at it. "What

t my defiance. The ring being too small for Tiff was like another rejection, another sign that I was

And with a violent gest

a soft plink in a nearby decorative fountain, a ridiculo

ociates looked horrified. Tiff looked shock

the water. It was just a piece of metal, I told myself. Bu

. "Now it's where it belongs. Just li

"Let's go. This place

aving a stunned si

erling-Cole, we are so terribly sorry. We will retrieve the ring

urprisingly intact. The cold fur

uiet but firm. "It's fine. He jus

etty cruelty, any act of des

was done

Ethan and I would get another. This

ensure Pres never got his hands on Sterlin

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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny
“The air in the New York City Hall clerk's office was thick with stale paper and cheap coffee. I, Aurora "Rory" Sterling, heiress to Sterling Global, stood beside my fiancé, Pres Hayes, seconds away from signing our marriage license. This document was key to my grandfather' s will, granting my spouse controlling influence on the company board. Then Pres' s phone vibrated, a frantic, insistent sound. He stepped away, his face pale, muttering, "It' s Tiff. Tiffany Larson. An emergency. I have to go." He didn't look back. He just left, abandoning me at the counter, a fool in my cream dress. Moments later, a text from him popped up: "Tiff needs me. Look, Rory, this Sterling Global thing... it' s still on. Tiff' s generous. She said she' s okay with you being a sister-wife, you know? Or maybe you could be a surrogate for our kids. Once I' m on the board, we can make it work. I' ll schedule time for you." Sister-wife. Surrogate. Schedule time. The audacity, the cruelty, was breathtaking; he wasn't just manipulative, he was a monster. The naive part of me shattered, replaced by something cold and hard. He thought I was weak, broken bait. He was wrong. My grandfather' s will said "spouse," not "Pres." My fingers, surprisingly steady, scrolled through my contacts. "Ethan," I said, my voice clear, "I need you. Marry me. Right now."”
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