He Stole My Golden Ticket for His Mistress, I Ruined Their New RestaurantChapter 1

When I was seven weeks pregnant, my fiancé, Bryan Dominic, an internationally acclaimed chef, had postponed our wedding seven times. His reasons always revolved around his adopted sister—helping Livia with her first recipe, assisting Livia with a national conference, or even just Livia wanting company.

I was angry, but Bryan immediately knelt down and apologized. Then, as compensation, he said he would give me an old restaurant by the sea. My dream place.

So on the eighth attempt, I believed we had gotten through the worst.

But it turned out that on that very day, my life almost ended.

In front of the altar, a group of masked men suddenly stormed in. I was dragged into the forest and stabbed eight times in the stomach before everything went dark.

When I regained consciousness in the hospital, I heard the doctor's voice behind the curtain. Behind me.

"Mr. Bryan, everything went according to your plan. The eight stab wounds successfully caused Miss Elena to miscarry. She won't be able to move freely for three days."