She and Claire’s mother, Margaret Bennett, had been best friends. They arranged our engagement when we were children.
So when the Bennett family was choosing an heir, my father staked everything to support Claire in winning the role.
At just twenty, Claire stood on my family’s shoulders and secured a billion-dollar investment.
When my mother passed, Claire knelt before the video camera and swore, word by word:
“Auntie, don’t worry. I’ll make Adrian happy for the rest of his life.”
Later, when we graduated and returned from the United States, the wedding was set in motion.
But at the start of this year, Ethan began his internship at the Bennett Group.
And the story derailed—like a train switching tracks.
As her assistant, Ethan often called Claire late at night, sending messages at all hours.
Once, even while she and I were in bed, she shoved me aside to answer his call.
I grew suspicious, searched her phone, but found nothing.
The first time I met Ethan was in Claire’s passenger seat.
That was supposed to be our marriage license day.
Before we even entered the City Hall Marriage Bureau, one call from Ethan had her driving away.
I waited outside until the office closed.