My Fiancé Fell for a Fake While I Was Gone

Synopsis

I spent two years recovering from illness in Grerianland. On my first day back, my cousin, Emily Chase, threw me a welcome party. Everyone from our social circle showed up. It had been a long time. The girls who used to be close to me were unusually quiet, saying nothing. My friend, Lucas Young, heir to the Young family, kept his distance, too. I was the guest of honor, but the guests barely acknowledged me. Then a commotion broke out at the entrance. Edward Grant walked in holding hands with a woman, and the quiet room came alive. My so-called friend, Lucas, was the first to stand. "Edward, Olivia, you're finally here." The other girls perked up, too. "Edward, we were waiting for you." "Olivia, that dress is gorgeous. Is it the new DeLuxe Couture? You wear it better than the model." "You two look so perfect together." I sat in the corner with a glass of water, watching the pair at the door. That man was my fiancé, Edward Grant. He looked just as I remembered: tall, broad-shouldered, sharp-featured, the kind of man who turned heads. The woman beside him was Olivia Quinn. She wore a flowing blue gown, her hair loose, her smile elegant. She whispered something to him, and he lowered his head. The tenderness in his eyes was something I'd never seen before. Clearly, a lot had changed in the Capitavia Inner Circle while I was away.