Replaced Bride, Vengeful Heart

It was supposed to be my vow renewal, a key PR event for my husband Angel's mayoral campaign.

But when I woke up from a drug-induced haze, I found him at the altar with his mistress.

She was wearing my wedding dress.

I watched from a hidden balcony as he slid the ring he’d given me onto her finger in front of the entire city's elite.

When I confronted him, he told me his mistress was pregnant and that he’d drugged me because she was “unwell” and needed the ceremony. He called me a useless housewife, then laughed and suggested we could raise his and Faith's baby together.

Seven years of my life, my strategies, and my sacrifices had built his empire, and he tried to erase me with a single glass of champagne.

But when I met him at the courthouse to finalize our divorce, he showed up feigning amnesia from a car accident, crying and begging me not to leave him on our “wedding day.”

He wanted to play games. I decided to write the rules.