Rejected Bride: Now I Rule Your Family

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in House, the man who was to stand before me

ight. My spine felt

et. My only anchor in the swirling sea of humiliation was the bouquet of white peonies in my hands. I wa

gone

ide me, reeking of panic and expensive cologne. His face

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t pew reserved for the House family. Eleanor House, the matriarch, sat ramrod straight. Her brows furro

ant, her movements quick and silent. She he

woman, his mouth crushed against hers in a triumphant kiss. Behi

her words a staccato burst of informat

eing. I knew he was cheating on me, but I n

isite scope of this public execution. He hadn't just left me. He had broadcasted it to th

rs. I turned and handed the bouquet to Elara.

m. "Let's go, Bea. We'll leave through

arm away fro

a step. Not back down the aisle, but forw

e cathedral. Every phone, every camera,

rumming. I let my gaze sweep across the audience, pausing for a fraction of a second on the f

he small sound echoed

y. It didn't tremble. I didn't know it was possible to feel so brok

hbulbs went off like a volley of gunf

t, then continued, my voice

his vow, his family's honor, and my trust. He has proven, with his actions, th

r marriage. I was attacking the very foundation of his future, his cla

ghten, the skin stretched taut over her cheekbones. And be

e, lifted his head. His gaze, the color of stor

ross the expans

anding too close to a furnace. My heart stuttered, a violent lurch in my c

microphone, back to the hundreds

have been publicly humili

le. Letting them understand that this was no longer

between our families, this union must be compl

in horror. He thought I was digging my own grave. He didn't und

groom has r

ng in the air, a perf

' honor, I demand that the House family