I Replaced My Bride at the Altar

My mom’s face fell instantly.

Her hands shook with anger as she forced the vintage, million-dollar diamond heirloom ring back into her purse.

She turned to look at me, her lips pale with rage.

"That Julian guy is doing this on purpose! I knew he was trouble from the start. Who keeps changing a house design this many times?"

"Mom," I whispered, cutting her off. "Chloe’s parents are still in the room."

Everyone’s attention had been drawn to Chloe and me because of that cheap pipe fitting.

Then, their eyes shifted to Julian Brooks, our interior designer.