I Married His Father After My Groom Ran Away

On my wedding day, I was sitting on my fiancé’s father’s bed.

He held my wrist and asked in a low voice if I regretted anything.

At that moment, the space between us was dangerously close, charged with a tension that should never have existed.

But the one who crossed the line wasn’t us—it was my fiancé.

He vanished with a farewell message sent to his mistress, leaving me alone at the wedding venue.

His father stepped in to clean up the mess.

He shielded me, kissed me, and opened the door to a far more ruthless path of revenge.

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I am Sienna Henderson, heiress of Henderson Enterprises.