His Wedding, My Farewell Heiress Reborn in the Snow
Language: en
On our fourth anniversary, my boyfriend, Damian, got married. The bride was not me. When I rushed into the venue, the spotlight instantly locked onto me. Damian held the microphone, looking down at me from the stage with a smirk. "Summer, what's with the dress? Are you here to crash my wedding?" I stared at his face—someone once so familiar, yet now an utter stranger. A cold chill spread straight to my bones. I didn’t understand. This was supposed to be the proposal he promised me. Why had it turned into his wedding with another woman? Seeing me freeze, his smile widened, cold and…