MY FIANCÉ TORE UP OUR PRENUP IN FRONT OF EVERYONE... THEN HIS MOTHER THREW A GLASS OF WINE IN MY FACE
MY FIANCÉ TORE UP OUR PRENUP IN FRONT OF EVERYONE... THEN HIS MOTHER THREW A GLASS OF WINE IN MY FACE
Chapter 1: The Wine
The wine glass shattered against my face.
Red wine streamed down my white dress.
My makeup.
My hair.
My engagement ring.
Everything was soaked.
The ballroom went completely silent.
I slowly wiped the wine from my eyes.
Across the room...
My future mother-in-law smiled.
"That's exactly where you belong."
Someone gasped.
Someone else started recording.
I hadn't even recovered...
When she grabbed the stack of legal papers from the table.
Our prenuptial agreement.
She tore it in half.
Then into quarters.
Then threw the pieces into my face.
"No son of mine..."
She laughed.
"...is marrying a gold digger."
The room erupted with whispers.
I looked at my fiancé.
Waiting.
Begging.
Praying he'd say something.
Anything.
Instead...
Nathan Pierce calmly took his mother's side.
"You should just apologize."
I blinked.
"What?"
He sighed.
"You embarrassed my family."
I actually laughed.
A broken laugh.
"I embarrassed your family?"
His mother pointed at me.
"You forced my son to sign a prenup."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Because your son asked me to quit my company."
Nathan shrugged.
"I thought you'd trust me."
Trust?
For four years...
I trusted him with everything.
When he lost his job...
I introduced him to investors.
When his startup failed...
I paid every outstanding debt.
When banks rejected his loan...
I guaranteed it with my own assets.
Every success he celebrated...
Started with my sacrifice.
His mother stepped closer.
Then whispered loudly enough for the entire ballroom to hear.
"My son would've been rich without you."
Nathan smiled.
Actually smiled.
Then he reached for my engagement ring.
"Give it back."
The room froze.
"You serious?"
"It belongs to my family."
I slowly removed the ring.
Placed it in his hand.
He smiled with satisfaction.
Then his mother laughed.
"Now leave."
I looked around the ballroom.
Three hundred guests.
Business partners.
Friends.
Family.
Not one person spoke.
Not one person defended me.
Then...
The ballroom doors burst open.
A gray-haired man in a navy suit walked inside carrying a black briefcase.
He looked directly at me.
Not at Nathan.
Not at his mother.
Me.
Then he said six words that made everyone stop breathing.
"Miss Harper Quinn... your father sent me."
My heart stopped.
"My father died twelve years ago."
The man quietly shook his head.
"No..."
May you like
He opened the briefcase.
"...he didn't."
