Married to Betrayal, Bound for Vengeance

My wedding had turned into my mother’s funeral.

That day, in front of hundreds of guests, Archer Monroe snatched the ring from my hand and slipped it onto Cassidy Trent’s finger instead.

“Elise, this wedding matters. Don’t make a fuss. I’ll make it up to you later.”

My mother, beyond fury, collapsed and died right before our eyes.

But Archer never even spared her a glance. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed Cassidy on the lips, no shame in his actions.

Heartbroken and enraged, I arranged my mother’s cremation myself. I could no longer share a roof with that man.