My Runaway Groom Returned, But Too Late

Synopsis

During my third year of marriage to Glenpoint's golden boy, Alexander Grant, my past resurfaced. Andrew Lane, my former fiancé who'd abandoned me for a fraudulent heiress, dared to swagger back into my life. "I'm here to marry you, Isabelle," he declared. "A grand wedding, but no legal paperwork." A bitter laugh escaped me, born of pure fury. He misinterpreted it entirely. "Hold your excitement," he said coldly. "Charlotte pulled me from that fire years ago. I owe her the Mrs. Lane title. "You'll be the spare. And she's too delicate for childbirth, so you'll pop out two kids. She gets to choose which one she likes." He frowned momentarily, then shrugged. "I'll be with you Mon, Wed, Fri. The rest is hers. She's younger than you. Show some respect and step aside." I met his gaze, pulled out my phone, and with one call, bought the mall we were in. "Security," I spoke into the receiver, my voice crisp, "remove this leukemia-faker from my premises."