Uncle Couldn't Stop Loving Me After I Married Someone Else Chapter 1

Roger Quinn, the man I had secretly loved for years, was about to announce his engagement to my younger sister.

Summoning all my courage, I returned to Beltown to confess my feelings.

The room erupted with laughter at my audacity. "Look at her," someone sneered, "a bastard child trying to climb the social ladder."

But they didn't know. When I was eighteen, Roger had kissed me, a moment so tender it had lingered in my heart ever since.

And they definitely didn't know the truth that I wasn't the illegitimate daughter. Lisa was.

I stood my ground, forcing myself to look Roger in the eye and demand an answer. "I thought you were Lisa back then," he said coldly. "I'm not interested in you."

Lisa nestled into his arms, her smug smile like salt in an open wound.

I bit back the tears, forcing a bitter smile. "In that case, I wish you both all the happiness in the world."

Then I turned and walked away, dialing the number of the wealthy godmother. "I'll do it," I said. "I'll leave Beltown and marry your son."

On the day of my wedding, Roger had called off his engagement to Lisa. He asked me if I could give him another chance.

I glanced at him briefly, then turned to my fiancé, tightening my hold on his arm. "Sorry," I said lightly, my tone indifferent. "I'm not interested in you anymore."