The Substitute Wife's Revenge

The cold seeped into the car, but I didn't feel it. A deeper, more profound cold had settled in my bones, a chill

, a place we both fell in love with. We had wandered through the empty rooms, planning our future

we love." We had spent hours there, dreaming of the life we would build tog

tion tucked away in his desk drawer. A lavishly embossed card for the wedding of Liam O'Connell and Sie

alm wash over me. The pain was too great to process, so my body simply shut down.

ugh the snow-covered grounds, feeling like a ghost haunting the ruins of my own life. I slipped in

ses and lilies, my favorites. A small group of people were gathered, w

e was beautiful, but because she was wearing my dress. The wedding gown I had spent months designing for myself. A unique, one-o

lying to my mouth to stifle a sob. It was a violation so intimate, so perso

om, a vintage sapphire and diamond ring that had been passed down through generations. He had shown it to me once, telling me that one day, it

ses of eternal love and fidelity, were the same vows we had written together on

o a floral arrangement, sending a vase crashing to the floor. The so

ed in shock when h

twisted into a smirk of triumph.

ask of confusion and panic. "Chloe, w

looking back, the sound of his voice calling my name fading behind me. I ran from the mansion, from the dr