My Wedding Day’s Confession Was His Revenge Novel – On our wedding day, Zach Quinn livestreamed his love confession across every platform and said, “Happy wedding day, my queen.” The next second, he yanked off my veil and, with a cruel smile, said, “Happy divorce, Jenna Hart.” My joyful tears froze on my face. The room erupted in laughter. Right in front of me, he pulled his secretary—in a bold red gown—into his arms and said, “If you hadn’t tried to snatch that necklace from her last week, I wouldn’t be doing this.
When you apologize and she cools off, that’s when I’ll actually marry you.” He forgot it was my mother’s heirloom. I became a joke online, but the internet shipped him and his secretary like crazy. Three months later, after he’d finished traveling the world with her, he asked offhand, “Has she apologized?” “Mr. Quinn, Ms. Hart… got married.” *** “He refused to marry me.” The study was dim.
Zach’s father sat behind the desk, worry etched into every line on his face. He sighed. “I thought our families were close enough that our kids could, well… forget it. Feelings aren’t something you can force.” He handed me our engagement contract—stamped [VOID]—and a check. “Go on, then. Fill in whatever number you want.” I walked out and left the check behind.
Our families had been close and arranged an engagement for us—with family pedigree and business interests all tangled up. But to be fair, aside from Zach, the Quinns never wronged me, and I wasn’t going to take a dime from his father. Outside the mansion, under the blistering sun, I remembered the first time I met Zach—another bright day like this. He was an untouchable ice prince, and I fell at first sight.
He looked me over and gave a cold laugh. “Pretty enough, but don’t covet what isn’t yours.” I thought he meant the Quinn fortune. He thought I was just in it for the money. For three years I tried to show him I hadn’t come for his wealth, but the day Sienna Vale returned, he rushed to hire her as his assistant. Only then did I understand—what he guarded wasn’t money.
It was his love. I clung to our engagement because I couldn’t swallow three years of wasted devotion. Not anymore. I tossed the shredded contract into the trash and stared at the new messages on my phone. Evan:[I’m leaving. If you’re really sure you won’t say yes, then we’ll never see each other again.] Jenna replied:[I agree.] Moments later, my phone rang. “You’re not just doing this to get back at him?” “I swear on my mother—I’m not lying.” He drew a deep breath on the other end, then forced out, “I’ll treat you right.” I smiled.
For him, that was as close to a love declaration as it got. The tickets arrived quickly. We were leaving tonight. I went back to the house to pack. When I pushed open the door, I found Zach—who was never home—waiting for me. “Made up your mind?” His voice was cool in the dark. “Are you giving her the necklace or not?” My hand flew to the chain at my throat. “Nia grew up without money,” he said. “She’s only started touching luxury in the last couple of years.
She doesn’t resent you for muscling in and taking her place; she just wants your necklace. What, that’s still not enough for you?” He stepped closer and leaned in. “Do you want me to actually cancel our engagement?” It was the biggest threat he could make. I used to feel so indignant, convinced I was the one who got here first. Even if Sienna met him earlier, she never truly loved him, or why would she marry an old man? And why would she divorce the moment she learned she wasn’t in his will, only to come running back to Zach? I laughed.
“Isn’t that exactly what you want?” I held his gaze. His brow tightened. He turned and picked up two around-the-world tickets—one with his name, and the other… My heart lurched. It was mine. I froze. I had once said I wanted to see the world before the wedding. Would he really buy me the tickets? The next second, he tore the tickets into confetti. He flicked his wrist, and the scraps drifted down, catching on my hair and shoulders.
He grabbed his phone. “Rebook. For me and Nia. Yeah, change it.” When he hung up, he glanced down at my stunned face, a curl of disdain on his lips, brushed past my shoulder, and walked away in the opposite direction.