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My fiancé sent me a text ten minutes before the ceremony: “Found someone better. Don’t wait up.” I stood in the dressing room, devastated, as 400 elite guests waited. Then a handsome man walked in. “He’s a fool,” he said, holding out his hand. “Marry me instead, and I’ll make sure he regrets this for the rest of his life.” I took his hand. When we walked out together, my ex-fiancé—who had come back to gloat—dropped his phone in shock as the cameras flashed for the new power couple.

Chapter 1: The Gilded Cage and the Shattered Illusion The air in the bridal suite of The Plaza Hotel tasted like a mixture of expensive hairspray, wilting white roses, and…
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