Dumping My Fiancé For His Uncle By Danielle Sayers

Chapter 1

[Miss Rowland, your customized wedding dress just landed at the hotel. Hit us up if you need anything.]

Thea Rowland was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement when she got the text from the wedding dress shop.

She was tying the knot with her boyfriend of eight years in just a week. Venue booked, invites out, and everything was ticking along nicely.

After clocking out from work, Thea was all set to hit the hotel and maybe sneak a peek at their new menu offerings on the way.

But the moment she stepped in, the hotel manager was there, giving her this weird, twitchy kind of smile. "Miss Rowland, didn't expect you! Everything alright? Need anything?" Thea, still riding that high vibe, said briskly, "Hey, my wedding dress is here, right? Can't wait to try it on."

"Oh, yes, got here about half an hour ago," the manager managed to say, but there was something off about his grin.

"By the way, we've got some new dishes we thought you might want to try out. If they hit the spot, we can add them to your menu. No extra charge."

"Let's hold that thought till after the dress," Thea said, making a beeline for the elevator.

"Miss Rowland!" the manager called out, trailing after her. "We've also got this recital team in today. Why not give them a listen and see if they vibe with your plans?" That was when Thea's spidey senses started tingling. "Hold up, is there a problem with the dress?" she asked, the smile slipping off her face.

"Well..." the manager stuttered, looking like he was about to melt into a puddle.

That pretty much sealed the deal for Thea. Something was definitely up. Dodging the manager's attempts to slow her down, she made a beeline for her dress. "Don't..." Only when she reached the door did she hear ambiguous sounds coming from inside the room. The woman was flirty, mixed with the man's moans. Thea looked down at the text message on her phone and confirmed the room number. She had the right room.

"Jake, it doesn't feel right. What if we get caught?"

"Madelyn, do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? I can't wait!"

Moans and heavy breaths interspersed with bits of conversation came out.

Thea's brain began to run out of oxygen. She felt like she was suffocating, and her head went blank. She forgot how she had opened the door to get inside. Thea couldn't help but shake, feeling this intense ache in her heart, as she caught sight of the chaotic scene inside. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She had to dig her nails into her palms to stop herself from collapsing and screaming.

Inside the room, two bodies intertwined. Thea's fiancé, Jake Hendrix, who was supposed to be on a business trip, was making out with another woman at that moment.

exposed, and the layers of

a glance, Thea recognized the woman as none other

her wedding dress. Her boyfriend for eight years, on the eve of her wedding, dealt her

catch her breath, overwhelmed by a rollercoaster of emotions and feeling so dizzy she had to lean against the doorframe just to stay

from Madelyn as an afterthought, not forgetting

gritted her teeth and looked at them as if looking at two pieces of shit. "Mr. Hendrix, it looks like you're having a good time." Her breathing was a little unstable, and she forced her tears back. "Do you want

of guilt crossed Jake's eyes, more

to be honest, I've been really over this for a while now. You're super controlling, and you keep me at arm's length

without a hitch. Once we're married, you'll officially be

lunch. A mix of

over and gave Jake a solid slap, practically in a frenzy. "You really think

his tongue over the inside of his cheek, not even getting a chance to chime in before Madelyn, tears streaming down her face,

my knees and beg if that's what it takes, okay?

a shiver of annoyance. She yanked Madelyn's hands away, cutting her off, "Save the act for someone who's buying

hem, and she ended up

chilly tone, "Look at you now, Thea. You're a crazy bitch. It's disgusting!" Seeing the disgust in his eyes, Thea managed to stay surprisingly cool, though her hands

Jake's parting shot was calling her disgusting, making her wonder who was really the disgusting one

in, looking completely freaked out. "Mr. Hendrix, we've got a problem. There's a

his expression turning stormy as he stepped up and grabbed Thea's wrist. "Thea, you've really

head was spinning. 'Why on earth would reporters be here?' she

as Jake's words hit her, Thea couldn't help but snap back, her voice laced with defiance despite feeling weak. "Well, maybe you should've

chat with your big brother. And trust me, if my day gets ruined, you're tagging along for whatever comes next." With that, he quickly walked away with

skipped a beat, that all-too-familiar feeling of being trapped washing over her. After spending so much time together, Jake had figured out

the tears flow was

jaw, she pushed herself off the ground and left the room, only to run into a bunch of paparazzi ready to snap

and distant voices were pleading for her

the warmth from the man's body, Thea couldn't shake off the feeling of a chilly stare fixed on her. Behind her, the reporter

in place, Thea managed a shaky plea. "Sir, please help