I should never have listened to my future mother-in-law when she said that after drinking the engagement wine, everything—including property—was shared between husband and wife. Foolishly, I had agreed to leave the helicopter at the Miller family’s private airport.
“Fine! Call Jason Miller here right now—I want to confront him face-to-face!”
“I’m his fiancée!”
Chloe Adams immediately dialed his number and put it on speaker.
“Jason, darling, there’s some woman here trying to steal my helicopter. She’s even claiming to be your fiancée.”
Jason’s icy voice came through the phone, sharp and cruel:
“Don’t bother with her. She’s just an ugly nobody!”
“The engagement was arranged by the families—I never cared about it. I didn’t expect her to flaunt it like this.”
“My heart belongs only to you, Chloe, my love. Hurry and take the helicopter to Bermuda Island. I’ve been waiting so long I’m starving…”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly enough for everyone nearby to hear.
They all turned to me with looks of pity and scorn.
I clenched my fists silently.
Never mind that the Miller family had been the ones reaching up when our families arranged this marriage.