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I Married My Ex-fiancé's Uncle

I Married My Ex-fiancé's Uncle

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The fiancé cheated on me, but unexpectedly, I kicked him out and turned around to marry his younger uncle...

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Chapter 1

My fiancé Preston Cross treated me as a stand-in for my manipulative younger sister. He was secretly entangled with her and even plotted to let her take my place in his family's marriage arrangement.

Please, did I look like a fool to him? I turned around and started dating his uncle.

If I couldn't be his wife, I'd happily be his aunt instead.

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On Sunday, I received a few photos from my fiancé.

The images showed two naked bodies intertwined, one of them unmistakably Preston.

The other, I didn't recognize at first.

But with her face bearing a striking resemblance to mine, it wasn't hard to guess she was my long-lost sister, Nancy Twitty.

The photos were retracted within a minute of being sent. Right after, a text came through from an unknown number, "Hey, Claire, long time no see. Let's catch up. Two o'clock this afternoon, Central City Café. Don't miss it."

I could already imagine the chaos my dear sister was about to unleash.

Sure, Preston and I were in a business-arranged engagement, with no real emotional bond.

But that didn't mean any random nobody could walk all over me or sneak around behind my back.

Still, since there was no love lost between us, I had no interest in stooping to Nancy's level and engaging in a pointless feud.

So I promptly forwarded the incriminating photos, along with her taunting text, to Preston's mother, Daphne Cross.

As expected, Daphne called me the moment she got my message, furiously cursing Preston and Nancy while reassuring me not to get upset-she'd handle that shameless pair herself.

Knowing how Daphne always demanded Preston uphold strict morals and despised mistresses, I couldn't help but look forward to the showdown.

By two-thirty that afternoon, I showed up at Central City Café as planned.

But instead of confronting Nancy, I took a seat far from her, quietly observing the scene unfold.

Just as I predicted, Daphne stormed in, made a beeline for Nancy, and slapped her twice without a word.

Nancy, stunned by the resounding slaps, took a moment to react before yelling at Daphne, "You hit me? Are you crazy, you old hag?"

"You little tramp, sleeping with a taken man and daring to challenge his fiancée? You think you're worthy?" Daphne sneered, grabbing a cup of hot cocoa from the table and splashing it all over Nancy.

Nancy let out an exaggerated scream.

Preston, who had rushed over after getting a distress call from Nancy, arrived expecting to see his fiancée bullying his innocent sidepiece. Instead, he was met with his mother's furious glare.

"You little punk, you have the nerve to show up?" Daphne marched over, grabbing Preston's ear and scolding him. "Didn't I tell you never to betray Claire? Huh? All those years of education, and this is what you do?"

Preston, always terrified of his mother, didn't dare utter a sound.

Daphne, seeing his pathetic demeanor, grew even angrier and landed a few hard slaps that left his cheeks flaming red.

Meanwhile, I sat calmly, watching the drama unfold, my mind drifting to old memories.

My mother was the heiress of Yates Bank, seduced in her youth by my father's sweet talk, abandoning her family and wealth to elope with him.

She later gave birth to me and Nancy.

Back then, I was still called Claire Twitty.

As the passion of their romance faded, my father's true nature surfaced-alcoholism, domestic violence, gambling, every vice imaginable.

Nancy inherited his vile traits, a rotten seed from the start.

Because we looked so similar as kids, she'd blame me for her misdeeds, like setting off firecrackers under a teacher's chair or wreaking havoc at home.

She was quick-witted and played the victim well, while I was quieter and less articulate, so I never won those arguments and took the fall for her countless times.

She also loved tormenting small animals, leaving mutilated stray kittens around the neighborhood as her handiwork.

My mother tried to discipline her, but Nancy never cared.

The last time my mother attempted to correct her, Nancy grabbed a knife and stabbed her to death.

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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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