Revenge Wears a White Dress

On the eve of my dream wedding, everything seemed perfect with my charming fiancé, Ethan Blackwood.

Our partnership was built on mutual respect and shared ambitions, or so I believed.

Then, his mother raised a toast to Chloe Hayes, the "dead" childhood friend Ethan rarely spoke of, the girl who supposedly died saving him.

The next day, as I walked down the aisle, all eyes were on me, but Ethan' s were fixed on the church doors.

A stunning woman stood there, frail but firm, her voice echoing, "Ethan? I came back for you."

My groom' s face went white. He whispered, "Chloe?"