Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

I stood in the biting November wind for twenty minutes just to deliver a coat to my fiancé, Ethan.

But when I entered the private club suite, I found a wealthy socialite sitting in his lap.

He hadn't forgotten his coat. She had used his phone to summon me, just to mock my plain clothes and make me the punchline of their cruel joke.

Ethan didn't defend me. Instead, he publicly denied our engagement in front of the city's elite, threw some cash on the table, and told me to get out.

When I fled home and begged my father to call off the wedding, he furiously refused.