💔😭Three days before the wedding, I discovered my fiancé had given my grandmother’s heirloom to his childhood crush, Chloe—and even changed our wedding venue to the Spanish castle she’d always dreamed of. So on the day he stood waiting at the altar, I flew home and married someone else in my grandmother’s garden. I once believed love could overcome anything—even him always choosing her first. I planned every detail alone while he stayed by her side. He even told his friend, “Her family is collapsing. I’m her only lifeline—she would never risk losing me.” I endured it all… until he handed her the one treasure my grandmother left for me. But he never imagined I had another choice. He thought I needed his money to survive. What he never knew was—my love was never for sale. And now… it’s too late for regrets. 👇 Guess whose ring I’m wearing now? _________________________ Chapter 1 Shortly after I resigned from Thorne Corporation, Griffin Thorne sent me a photo along with the location of our wedding: a Spanish castle called Solaris Castle. The photo displayed the castle's front, its ivory limestone walls crowned by a golden dome that radiated opulence in every detail. At the center of the image stood Chloe Ashford, her hair cascading in soft curls, dressed in a red gown that clung perfectly to her form. I stared at her beaming face for a long moment, disbelief freezing me in place. I was meant to be the bride. This was supposed to be our venue, picked for me-but the person shining in the photo wasn't me. It was Chloe, the childhood friend he'd always insisted I shouldn't worry about. After that, Griffin fell silent. I knew him well enough to guess he assumed the planner had already told me about the change. He likely sent the address only to confirm where I should fly if I rearranged my ticket. Anger settled like lead in my chest. I couldn't comprehend it. He had promised the ceremony would be at Grandma Rose's home-how could he discard that without a second thought just because Chloe fancied a castle? By the time I arrived home, the evening had already fallen. I walked in just as Griffin barked at the housekeeper, Mrs. Beatrice Webb, "Elara Vance isn't a child. Must you trouble me over a few minutes of delay?" Mrs. Kent hesitated. "But Miss Vance took the planner's call this morning and left right after. I feared she might have-" Griffin laughed sharply, cutting her off. "She went to handle her visa and adjust her flight. The Vance family is massive-it's not easy to move everyone. Don't worry. Elara's dream is to marry me; she'd follow me anywhere, even to Antarctica. And this-this is the castle Chloe chose herself." Mrs. Kent fell quiet, while Griffin muttered to himself, "Chloe hasn't responded in five minutes. I'd better check." He dashed out just as I vanished into the night. That house was never truly mine; it belonged to the Thornes. Griffin had only invited me to stay there to simplify wedding planning. At first, we were like any happy couple, close and devoted. Then Chloe returned, heartbroken from a failed romance overseas, and Griffin rushed to console her. One conversation stretched into four months. From then on, the instant Chloe mentioned feeling low, Griffin abandoned everything, including me, to be by her side. I picked my wedding dress alone. I decorated Grandma Rose's garden for the ceremony myself. Griffin didn't lift a finger. When I voiced my frustration, he barely looked up from his phone, irritation flashing as he messaged Chloe. "Is the only reason you want to marry me to rescue your family's business?" #Chapter 2 *"I've already promised to marry you. What else could you possibly want?"Griffin barked. Then his phone rang-it was Chloe. Instantly, his tense expression melted into a smile as he stepped outside to answer, leaving my words to vanish into silence. *"You were the one who asked first. I only said yes because I loved you..."* In that instant, I went from a bride-to-be full of hope to a mere observer, abandoned in an empty room. Even the wedding venue, once chosen for me, no longer included me. That evening, I stayed at a friend's home. Griffin didn't reach out even once. The following morning, after finishing my work handover, I entered the villa and immediately heard Chloe laughing. *"Rose petals should fall from both sides during the vows. That's what makes it romantic."* Griffin sat next to her, eyes fixed on her with a warmth I had never known. *"Anything you desire,"he said softly. She had his full attention, leaving me invisible. As I appeared, Chloe waved brightly. *"Elara, come here! I just came up with the perfect wedding idea!"* From the corner of my eye, I saw Griffin's annoyance. *"Why are you only just arriving? Chloe has spent four months preparing, while you've done nothing. Maybe it's for the best-her taste exceeds yours. That rustic theme nearly humiliated me. You can't imagine how close I came to ridicule."
