One day, I was managing the extravagant wedding of heiress Victoria Halston — a dazzling event I had planned to perfection. Everything sparkled with luxury, from crystal tableware to lush floral arches. But when the groom stepped out of a limousine, my world shattered.
It was him. Jacob.
The man I once loved, the man who drained my accounts and vanished six months ago, was standing there under a new name — Andrew Wallace.
I froze, memories flooding back: nights planning our own wedding, the trust I gave him, and the morning I woke to find him — and my life savings — gone.
Now, he was seconds away from conning another woman. I confronted him in front of the guests, exposing his true identity. He denied everything, but I wasn’t done.
Disguised later as Victoria’s long-lost “aunt,” I baited him with a faux diamond. Just as I expected, he tried to steal it. That’s when I caught him red-handed.
Victoria’s brother, a detective, arrested him on the spot.
In the end, Victoria thanked me — not just for saving her, but for proving that even heartbreak can turn into strength.
