My Fiancé Humiliated Me in Front of Chicago’s Wealthiest Families by Arriving at Our Engagement Party With My Younger Sister Wearing My Dress and My Ring
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Chapter 14 - On the Anniversary of My Failed Engagement, Nikolai Took Me Back to the Ballroom and Asked Me the Same Question He Had Asked Me One Year Earlier—Only This Time, I Already Knew My AnswerThe ballroom was empty.
No flowers.
No champagne.
No reporters.
Just us.
Nikolai stood beside the stage.
“You remember?”
“Yes.”
“You hated this place.”
“I still do.”
He smiled.
“Fair.”
He took my hand.
Then looked at me.
“Would you marry me?”
I laughed.
“We're already married.”
“I know.”
“Then why ask?”
“Because last time I offered, you chose war.”
“And this time?”
He smiled.
“I want love.”
I stared at him.
Then kissed him.
“Yes.”
That was our real proposal.
No audience.
No contract.
May you like
No family council.
Just choice.
