“I will let you be on top from tonight, please don’t divorce me, darling!” ----- Evelyn’s fairytale life shattered when a stranger stormed in, claiming to be the real daughter of the Wright family with proof. Her enviable privileges? Stripped away. Her spotless reputation? Tarnished. Her four-year engagement? Abruptly annulled. But the worst betrayal came from her once-loving father, all set to marry her off to settle a business score—with a man twice her age! Everyone in the circle attended this scandalous wedding, eager to witness the downfall of the supposed fake heiress. Yet, the climax was not what even Evelyn had anticipated! Zevian Reign, the nation’s richest tycoon, known for being every woman’s fantasy and the nightmare of all his rivals, made a dramatic entrance. His arrival stunned the guests, but his brazen wish was even more startling! He casually demanded to replace the groom and marry the beautiful bride. No one dared to challenge, nor did anyone have the guts to disobey him. They were left with no choice but to watch the wedding unfold. And it was Evelyn’s time to smirk, for she was now the devil’s wife. And all those who had ruined her, they would pay back in tenfold! ++++ [Excerpt] "Why would I ditch my husband for a loser?" Evelyn chuckled, crossing her arms defiantly. "He is better than him in all the aspects." Her gaze drifted to her ex-fiancé nearby, and she continued with a smirk, "Actually, a lot better in bed." As Annabelle’s face flushed with disdain, Evelyn patted her back and leaned in to deliver another slap. "So, good luck with licking my leftovers, dear step-sister. He's a perfect match for you."
Natalie froze in her spot, her eyes wide, tears welling at the corners as the weight of Avery's words hit her. She tried to blink them away, but the turmoil etched across her face made Avery regret bringing up the past. She shouldn't have said anything. Not now. Not when Natalie was already going through a shit.
"Is… Is he sick, Mom?" Emily's voice broke the silence in the room. The girl who had been fuming moments earlier now seemed small, her bravado replaced with uncertainty. Her eyes darted nervously between her mother and Avery, seeking answers in the space where there were none.
Natalie's head snapped up, her eyes wide with a mix of panic and desperation. "No!" she answered too quickly, her denial sharp and brittle. The word lingered in the air, false and hollow. She tried to catch herself, her fingers trembling as she wrapped her arms around her body, as if to shield herself from the truth.