They looked at me with surprise, contempt, and worst of all—amused indifference.
Those who had once partnered with me stared in disbelief.
“How could Miss Bennett… end up like this?”
“Shh, quiet! The Bennett family declared they have only one daughter now—Sophie Miller.”
“What Sophie Miller? Wasn’t she just their niece? I thought her name was Sophie Miller… when did that change?”
“I heard marrying Sophia off was just to clear the way for Sophie. What a shame.”
“Such a waste—Miss Bennett was a business genius. And now, to be handed to that bald creep… what a tragedy.”
Robert Dawson.
My so-called “husband.”
The greasy, balding man stood beside me in a neatly tailored suit, looking me over as though I were nothing more than a plaything about to be delivered into his hands.
My heart turned stone cold.
“And now, the bride and groom will exchange rings—”
But at that very moment—
All the giant screens around the wedding hall suddenly went black.
The next second, they flickered back to life.
On the screens appeared a scene I knew too well—our family’s study.
And in it, my parents.
