He Let His Mistress Wear My Wedding Dress

When I was born,Wall Street's oracle named me the market's golden girl.

My fiancé,Julian Hawthorne,had delayed our wedding for three years.

At the rehearsal dinner on the eve of our wedding,everything changed.

He stood there holding his pregnant assistant,who was wearing my custom Valentino dress.

""Ava is carrying my child.Let her wear the dress.Once the baby's here,I'll still marry you.""

The assistant,Ava,stood there playing the crying victim.

He was never worth waiting for.

I smiled.

""She can have the dress.The wedding is off.""

Julian's face darkened.