The Wedding Venue War: Who's Laughing Now?
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Five years ago, my ex-boyfriend Jason said coldly when he abandoned me: "Charlotte, you're not worthy of my dreams."
Five years later, when I saw him again, he had become Floreton's tech mogul while I remained a simple sculptor. His new fiancée—a wealthy heiress—sneered at my modest attire: "Someone like you can actually afford to book a top-tier wedding venue?"
She stole my venue, crushed my fingers, and forced me to kneel and apologize: "Say you don't belong here!"
Jason stood by watching coldly, just as indifferent as he was on that rainy night five years ago.
I desperately thought this was my fate, until that familiar, furious voice echoed throughout the entire venue:
"What bastard touched my woman!"
My Bradley had arrived.
This time, I would be the one laughing last.
Five years later, when I saw him again, he had become Floreton's tech mogul while I remained a simple sculptor. His new fiancée—a wealthy heiress—sneered at my modest attire: "Someone like you can actually afford to book a top-tier wedding venue?"
She stole my venue, crushed my fingers, and forced me to kneel and apologize: "Say you don't belong here!"
Jason stood by watching coldly, just as indifferent as he was on that rainy night five years ago.
I desperately thought this was my fate, until that familiar, furious voice echoed throughout the entire venue:
"What bastard touched my woman!"
My Bradley had arrived.
This time, I would be the one laughing last.
















































