The Spare Bride Chapter 1

On the eve of our engagement, everyone was betting on when Julian Vance would tire of me.

After all, he and his childhood sweetheart, Serena, were deeply in love.

I was just a decoration he brought home under pressure.

Even my wedding dress and diamond ring were her leftovers.

The day Serena went abroad in a fit of rage...

Julian acted nonchalant on the surface, but secretly squeezed my hand until it left red marks.

He mocked me: "Satisfied? I never knew you were so manipulative."

I wasn't satisfied.

So when Mrs. Vance asked again if Julian would marry me,

I spoke up first.

"Let's forget it."

* * *

One sentence shocked the entire room.

Julian took a deep breath, then glared at me coldly: "Audrey, stop making a scene."

At twenty-four, Julian Vance grew up in piles of gold.

Although he hadn't fully taken over the family power, his aura was already formidable.

I suppressed the urge to give in and said word by word: "We are not a match. Before things go too far, let's just forget it."

Mrs. Vance sighed with difficulty, but her face showed undeniable relief:

"You young people, always so impulsive!"

Mrs. Vance immediately got up to contact the staff to cancel the engagement gala.

Julian tapped his fingers on the table, rhythmically, his tone cold and tough, as if negotiating with a rival.

"Audrey, don't be ungrateful."

I chuckled softly: "It's me who doesn't know my place."

When you hit a dead end, you have to turn back.

It's called cutting your losses.