Her Rescue, My Agony, Their Regret

Synopsis

During that fire, I was trapped at one end of the abandoned warehouse, while the real heiress was stuck at the other. The beams overhead were about to collapse. My fiancé, my brother, and my recently reunited little brother rushed in like madmen. But they passed right by me, heading straight for the real heiress who'd been missing for twenty years and had finally come home. "Wendy, you've always been tough. Just hold on a little longer!" my brother yelled, scooping the real heiress up onto his back. My fiancé gave me one last look, his eyes filled with regret and resolve. "Sorry, but I have to do this for the Grant family. I owe them." He forgot I was pregnant with his child. My little brother was even more ruthless. He grabbed the last half-bottle of water from beside me and handed it to his frail, beloved sister. They all chose her over me. But the fire didn't care. It never gave me the chance to hang in there, not even for a second.