My engagement ended in humiliation.
One moment, I was the bride-to-be. Next, my fiancé was slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger—nope, not just anyone, my half-sister!

And the whole city watched. So I did the unthinkable. I kissed the one man I was never supposed to touch—his aloof, very hot, useless uncle. Dominic Fletcher.

It was supposed to be revenge. A scandal to wipe away my shame.
Until he stole my bra and with it, my senses… and my already fragile heart.

“Give it back!” I demanded, reaching for my bra, but he only lifted it higher.

“I’ll keep this as a memento, Kitten,” he murmured, eyes dark, voice dangerously seductive.

But Dominic Fletcher was far from useless. Behind the nonchalant façade was a ruthless power only I had glimpsed.

And now, he wants to help me take my revenge—
“Marry me, sweetness,” Dominic rasped, gaze sharp as steel. “I’ll make everyone who offended you a foot mat. What do you say?”

How could I say no?

I’d do anything to make that worthless, piece-of-shit scumbag ex lose sleep for the rest of his life and become his worst nightmare.

So I said yes—to his uncle.
I became his aunt-in-law.

Then I returned, victorious and unbroken. My family pleaded for me to forgive them. My ex-fiancé fell to his knees, clutching my hand.

“Let’s start again, Harper,” he begged. “You’re the only one I cherish...”

For a long time, I convinced myself it was. That what we had, built, was real, solid… ours.


But somewhere along the way, I realized I was holding onto something that was never fully mine.


You never lied to me outright, but you never told me the truth either. I lived in that space in between, trying not to ask questions I was afraid to hear the answers to.


I think you were trying to protect something. Maybe me. Maybe yourself.


But love shouldn't feel like guessing. It shouldn't feel like standing beside someone and still not knowing where you belong.


I saw it, Harper. Long before you said anything. The way you looked at him. The way you tried not to.


And I understood. I was never going to win that.


Not because I wasn't enough, but because a part of you was never mine to begin with.


But I deserve something whole. Something certain.


Chapter 273 - The letter