The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny

The air in the New York City Hall clerk's office was thick with stale paper and cheap coffee.

I, Aurora "Rory" Sterling, heiress to Sterling Global, stood beside my fiancé, Pres Hayes, seconds away from signing our marriage license.

This document was key to my grandfather' s will, granting my spouse controlling influence on the company board.

Then Pres' s phone vibrated, a frantic, insistent sound.

He stepped away, his face pale, muttering, "It' s Tiff. Tiffany Larson. An emergency. I have to go."

He didn't look back.

He just left, abandoning me at the counter, a fool in my cream dress.