Lost My Fiancé to His Secret Son

“Riley, Micah only married Lana to give her status. It’s not like they’ll really be together. Why are you blowing this out of proportion?” she sounded impatient.

Hearing her dig up the past twisted something deep inside me.

Hearing her bring up the past made something twist in my chest.

God, I’d been so blind.

I was the one with money, the one from a good family—and yet I bent over backwards for Micah, terrified of upsetting him. I gave everything and asked for nothing.

Micah had me all figured out. The more I gave, the more he took.

He made me feel small, worthless—always threatening to leave me if I didn’t play by his rules. And stupid me, I played right into his hands. I clung to him harder.

That’s probably why he had the nerve to marry Lana right under my nose.

He must’ve thought I was fully ‘tamed.’

I’d never been in love before him. So I thought loving someone meant putting their happiness above everything.

But what I never realized—until now—is that real love isn’t about losing yourself. It’s about being happy, too.

With that thought, I turned to Micah’s mom and smiled politely. “That was then. This is now. And if I don’t get a satisfaction answers, I’m calling the cops on everyone.”

I opened the door and stepped out.

Behind me, Micah’s mom snapped, “Riley, you better think this through. Everyone here saw you playing the homewrecker today. Whether it’s true or not, your reputation’s shot. And when that happens, we won’t agree to it even if you fall to your knees and cry blood begging to get back together and marry Micah.”

I spun around and shot back, “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m already married.”

I bent down to pick up my phone from the ground, ready to call the cops.

But Micah grabbed my wrist.

He looked at me coldly and said, “You’re really determined to ruin my wedding with Lana, aren’t you? Fine then. I won’t protect you anymore.”

He shoved me hard and I fell to the ground. Then he turned to the onlookers and said loudly, “Drag her into the guest room. Don’t let her cause any more trouble.”

In an instant, seven or eight men surrounded me. Their faces lit up with excitement as they dragged me toward the guest room.

We hadn’t even made it inside when their hands started wandering. If they managed to get me through that door, I knew exactly what would happen.

I fought back with everything I had, but I was no match for them.

And then the front door slammed open.

A man’s furious voice echoed through the room. “Touch my wife and you’re dead!”

Tears immediately streamed down my face.

Asher had arrived.