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 of

was the one secretly in love with Mr. Rupert. Those were my innermost

teary eyes, coupled with the pair of eyes that dripped with a deep affection, even

every conceivable way either in her previous

for years. He got in distress, and it's only natural for Bridget to support him through thick and thin. The rumors must have been just the paparazzi's way of stirring up wealthy

waned at her words,

life's cautious struggles had been. To these people, she was just a source of entertainment in their spare

here felt

"Now that the truth is out, I won't disturb your affairs any longer. Grandpa, and

turned, a profound gaze followed her. But

...

in the hall remained unknown

from the main

Tristan had written

public, behind their backs, those who ingratiated themself with

pinched Sylvia's arm lightly

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