The Heiress’ Revenge Novel – I used the inheritance my parents left me to support my fiancé’s studies abroad for three years. During those three years, I tirelessly cared for his sick mother and young family members, using my inheritance to cover their living expenses. But when he returned, he brought another woman with him.
He declared that he wanted to break off our engagement and marry her instead. I sat perfectly still on the luxurious leather couch, my fingers lightly folded in my lap, my custom designer dress doing little to shield me from the ice running through my veins.
Across from me stood Adrian Warren—the man I had spent three years waiting for. His tailored suit still held the faint creases of travel, and though exhaustion clung to his features, it did nothing to dull his commanding presence. His face was set in a mixture of determination and… something else. Regret? “Cassandra,” he began, his voice steady, “I wanted to tell you myself. Vivian and I are getting married. She will be my wife.
There’s no discussion to be had.” A sharp, ice-cold chill settled in my bones, spreading through my limbs like poison. I had rehearsed every possible scenario in my mind, yet nothing could have prepared me for the sheer brutality of his words. He said it like it meant nothing, like I meant nothing to him. My fingers curled slightly into my lap, gripping onto the fabric of my dress as if it could hold me together.
I let out a quiet breath, my expression unreadable. “The tabloids call her the ideal modern woman—brilliant, powerful, the type to shatter glass ceilings. But tell me, Adrian—does a woman like that settle for being someone’s second choice?”