Heiress Betrayed: My Sweet Revenge Wedding

to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across

lebration for his first love, Bree

timate selfie with him,

eo of him at a bar, la

smirking at the camera. "A new necklace a

fice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I

one-way flight to New York, and sent him

ming home. I'm g

pte

Hold

Ewing Hurley, ditched our planned celebration for his first

a hug. But today, it felt cloying, heavy with disappointment. I' d spent all morning preparing a feast for two: the turkey, a creamy green bean casserole just the way Ewing lik

osed to be her

simple "Everything okay?" sent forty-five minutes ago, remained unanswered. A familiar, cold knot tightened

eed, a mindless habit to numb the growing une

caught in

grease on her cheek. Behind her, out of focus but unmistakable, was Ewing. He was on his knees, working on the pipes under her sink,

ame to rescue me from a Thanksgiving flood. Some people jus

h

all felt like a performance designed for an audience of one: me. The win

smile on his face. It was the soft, unguarded smile he rarely gave me anymore-the one I' d

calls, the "we' re just friends" reassurances-they all clicked into place, forming a picture as clear and devastating as the one o

ey now making me nauseous. I picked up

re d

ts and dialed a number I

y voice steady. "

er, my phone buzz

sed to mean? Don' t

her

ndwich. I' ll be home in an hour, and you can t

od and a forced smile, ready to be placated with a kiss and a half-hearted apology. He always believed he cou

m to Denver, leaving my family and a promising career in New York behind. I took a low-profile job as a drafter at a small architectural firm, h

lf small to fit

small anymore. I wasn' t g

, and I knew he wouldn' t think anything of it. He

notification, but it wasn' t from Ew

play button before a cold sen

face was in a small window in the corner, looking smug. The main screen showed Ewing, sittin

one' ?" one of his friends ask

. "You know how she gets. She' s just being dramatic, wants some attention. It

iends

going to eve

rn. She' ll cool down. She always does." He then looked directly into the camera of his laptop

d the screen, as if he could str

get with Bree already, man! It' s ob

e copy and get

ing needs to go home and make up with Haven. It' s not right." He

locked on Bree. "Don' t worry about it. She' ll be fine. A new neckl

ideo

f me. Seven years of love, of sacrifice, of building a life t

nlight catching in his dark hair, laughing at something a friend said. I was instantly, irrevocably smitten. I spent a month work

ched out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Actually," he'd said, his voice a low rumble, "I was just about to ask yo

ent forever, that it was the perfec

e a photograph left out in the su

bed, tangled in the sheets after making love, and in that hazy,

I felt the icy grip of insecurity. We didn' t speak for three days. He finally broke the silence, showing up at my dorm

e' d explained, his voice rough with fatigue. "She reject

loved him. I wanted to believe him. So I did. I accepted the loc

st, a shadow that couldn't possibly touch the bright, solid reality of our love. I be

e decided to move to Denver after graduation, I didn' t hesitate. I fought with my family, turned my back on the life they had planned for me, and followed him without a second tho

he loved me before we went to sleep. He promised we' d get married, that we' d build our dream house together, that eve

he foundation began to crumble. The late-night calls started. The ca

e treated me, the things he bought me, the places he took me-it was all a rehearsal. He was practicing on me, perfecting the role of the devoted boyfriend for the day the real star of h

to pass the time until his t

lidays together? He probably d

gotten. Bu

milies. With Kasen Coleman. I barely knew him, but I knew his reputation. Brilliant, ruthless, the self-made CEO of Vang

clean break. A new life. A future where I would

me back to the present. It was

e? Stop this ridiculous game. I' m coming h

sage, a bitter smil

it. He still though

ngers moving with a speed an

et here, I' ll be gone. I' m going

s response. I powered off my ph

r. For rea