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The Wife He Couldn't Afford

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 807    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

ediate and catastro

of honor and my strategic, "selfless" withdr

wildfire. The grand society wedding of the year had

d, they got a scandal, a daughter-in-law with a questionable background, a staged suicide attempt, and, worst of a

ourthouse a week later. There were no crowds, no organ music, no

for me. She received the standard, minimal trust fund my father had set up for her ye

nced. The society pages praised my "grace under pressure" and the family' s "unf

sion in Europe. He had been briefed on the entire situation, and he wa

t our estate, a clear signal to everyone that the

gala that thi

ambassador when a voice I neve

nabe

uit doing nothing to hide the dark circles under

you," he said, his

k about, Wesley," I rep

Please. I know everyt

. "What are you

s in her sleep. She brags about it. The lake house... pushing me in...

terrible mistake. Please, Annabel. Give me another chance. We can annul

ry for his weakness or his betrayal, only for the

esley," I said, my v

me!" he insisted, his gri

d, let

ying an undeniable authori

er had taken under his wing. He was everything Wesley was not: honorable, direct, with a strength that came from merit, no

aming on his chest. He looked at Wesley

y," Ethan said, hi

de, scoffed. "This is none

wift, economical movement, he gripped Wesley' s wrist. Wesley ga

positioning himself between

resence," Ethan said, his eyes lik

Wesley, humiliated and physically outmatc

ression softening. "Are yo

ended mine without a moment' s hesitation. For the first time

I said, an

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The Wife He Couldn't Afford
“The organ music swelled, a majestic sound meant to signal joy, but all I felt was a cold dread seeping into my bones. Amidst Savannah' s elite, I, Annabel Anderson, stood in my custom-made wedding gown, a perfect Southern belle about to secure a vital political alliance. My fiancé, Wesley Scott, was arrogant and entitled, and I didn't love him, but this was my path. Just as the wedding march was about to begin, a bridesmaid burst in, gasping, "Annabel, it' s Gabrielle! They found her in her room. Pills." My younger half-sister, the constant reminder of my father' s scandal, had attempted suicide. The wedding halted. At the hospital, Gabrielle, frail and tearful, clutched Wesley' s hand. "I couldn' t bear seeing you marry her," she whispered, then delivered her masterstroke: a fabricated story of sacrificing her fertility to save him, twisting his misguided honor. Wesley, his arrogance gone, turned to me, "Annabel, she is your sister. We can make it work. She can be my wife, and you... you can be her sister-wife." The suggestion hung in the air, a scandalous, barbaric insult to my family' s honor. How could he ask the Senator' s daughter to share a husband, to become a party to public disgrace? Was he truly this manipulated, this blind? Standing in the chaos, I looked at Gabrielle's triumphant eyes. She thought she had won. I took a deep breath. There would be no accommodation. This was my chance not just to escape, but to rewrite the narrative.”
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