Abroad with the Illegitimate Daughter
Language: en
On the day of our engagement party, Sebastian shoved me aside. The heirloom ring and the wedding gifts, meant for me, he handed to my father’s illegitimate daughter. My mother’s face went pale. “Sebastian, what is the meaning of this? Do you not even recognize your own fiancée?” But the man who had been tangled in my sheets just last night, my fiancé of six years, now looked at me with an unnerving calm. “I’ve been appointed to a diplomatic post in Paris. A four-year term. Elara… she knows nothing. She’d just be a burden.” “Besides,” he added, “I’ve already put Chloe’s name down as my…