Groom Replaced: Claimed by the Ruthless Billionaire

The night before our wedding, my fiancé, Derek, gave away the house we had prepared for three years—all for his precious first love.

"Chloe, Savannah is having a severe depressive episode. She said she wants to spend the night in our new house."

"Just stay at a hotel tonight. I need to be here for her."

He expected me to throw a fit like I always did, crying and begging him to stay. He had probably already rehearsed the speech to yell at me.

Instead, I just smiled, set my keys gently on the entryway console, and politely closed the door behind me.

Then, I posted on Ins: