Chapter 5

Bridget, the fallen heiress with a golden spoon turned rusty.

Three years ago, Rupert dropped a bombshell by announcing his love for Bridget, defying Tristan's wishes and throwing an engagement party, which made Bridget the envy of every woman in town. To the outside world, she was the embodiment of beauty, kindness, and grace.

Only Sylvia knew the real Bridget. Forget about being a designer; she could have been a skillful actress!

Given Bridget's cunning, she must have understood Sylvia's accusations all too well.

Their wedding had been postponed for three years. Bridget was itching to become a Garcia through and through. And sure enough...

Bridget stepped forward, kneeling in Sylvia's place with a devotion that could melt hearts.

"Mr. Tristan Garcia, it was me! Sylvia and I share a similar build and features, which must have caused the confusion."

But as her voice trailed off, skepticism hung in the air.

"But what about the love diary about Sylvia's secret crush that surfaced online? It dates back five or six years, yet you and Mr. Rupert have only known each other for three."

was a master

with Mr. Rupert. Those

that dripped with a deep affection, even her face blushed

in every conceivable way either in

indifferently, "Uncle and Bridget have been engaged for years. He got in distress, and it's only natural for Bridget to support him through thick and thin.

her words, some even finding the whole

her previous life's cautious struggles had been. To these

felt

Sylvia said bitterly, "Now that the truth is out, I won't disturb

turned, a profound gaze followed her. But it no longer

...

happened in the hall remained unknown

the main house looking upset, likely sidelined by the other

and Tristan had written him off long ago, leaving the couple marginalized

they were addressed respectfully in public, behind their backs, those who ingratiated themself with

arm lightly but

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