Broken At The Altar, Reborn Stronger

"I have a moral duty to marry her," my fiancé announced at the altar, abandoning me for my sobbing sister.

He claimed she was pregnant by a stalker meant for him. When I sliced my wrist in despair, he didn't panic-he sneered.

"Stop acting crazy, Angela. It's disgusting. Just wait a year for me."

Five years later, I returned as a top immunologist. When his son collapsed from anaphylaxis at a gala, I rushed to save him.

Instead of gratitude, my sister slapped me, and my ex-fiancé kicked me in the ribs, screaming that I was poisoning his child.