Five Years Too Late
Language: en
In the fifth year of my engagement to Carter Harrison, he secretly threw an extravagant wedding for his mistress. When I arrived at the venue, they were passionately kissing amid the cheers of the crowd. Seeing me, Carter raised an eyebrow and smiled lazily. "The girl just wanted to experience a wedding. Don't worry, we didn't get the license." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I simply turned and walked away. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum—until the heir to the most powerful family in New York posted a picture of our marriage certificate on Instagram. Carter abandoned his mistress…