Rejected for Not Being Pure, My Fiancé Regretted Choosing a Fake Heiress

On the day of our engagement party, Elric Solvain abandoned me to take red-themed wedding portraits with his first love just because I was no longer a virgin.

Not long after he walked away, a group of armed thugs broke in. They choked me, forced seven cups of boiling water down my throat and carved the word slut across my chest.

My adoptive mother rushed me to the hospital. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I caught fragments of her conversation with Elric.

"Elric, I’ve already arranged for the attackers to be smuggled out of the country. No one will ever trace this back to you."

"For Rosie’s sake, if you want Eloise to stay away from Elowen, just say the word. I’ll persuade her to live quietly in the countryside. But do you really have to destroy her completely?"

"Eloise insisted on proving herself at her biological mother’s company. I had to do this to protect Rosie’s identity. I didn’t have a choice."

My adoptive mother sighed heavily. "Rosie is my real daughter. I can’t let her lose her place as the Morven Family heiress. I have no choice but to sacrifice Eloise."

Elric was quiet for a moment before replying, "Rosie gave me her precious virginity. I promised her I would treasure her for life."

"Eloise may have lost her voice and her career, but I gave her a villa under my name."

"She can still be my wife—the CEO of the Solvain Group's wife. That should be enough for her."

As a tear slid silently down my cheek, I reached for the emergency button on my sat phone and sent a single message to my childhood friend, who was now the commander of an elite top-secret Special Forces unit operating between Washington and New York.

[Are you sure you want to disappear from your fiancé's world forever?]

[Yes. I’m sure.]

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"Seven cups of boiling water... Damn, we’ve never seen a case this brutal."

Another voice came from within the operating room, a note of relief in their tone. "Thankfully, she was brought in time. Miss Thessaly's throat has been saved and her voice…"

"Who told you to save it?" Elric barked, interrupting coldly. "Remove her vocal cords. Now."

The doctors exchanged shocked glances, frozen in place. When no one moved, Elric stormed over, seized a scalpel and slashed at my throat.

"Mr. Solvain, stop!" a doctor shouted in panic. My adoptive mother gasped, covering her mouth in horror.

"That’s not the vocal tract. You’re cutting into a vein!"

Elric’s lips trembled slightly. With cold precision, he adjusted the scalpel and, without a hint of hesitation, carved straight into my vocal cords.

A doctor rushed forward to stop him, yelling, "Even if you resent Miss Thessaly for not being pure and loyal to one man, how could you do this to her?"

"If she loses her voice completely, she’ll need an oxygen tank to breathe. One wrong move and she could suffocate at any moment."

Elric kicked the doctor to the floor. "Get out! Who are you to question how I feel about Eloise?"

His brows furrowed and he muttered under his breath, "I had promised Rosie she’d be the Morven Family’s daughter for life."

"If it’s for Rosie’s happiness... then Eloise will just have to suffer a little longer."

Because of Elric’s status as a major investor, none of the doctors dared speak up again.

I kept swallowing the blood welling up in my throat, the searing pain unbearable—but with my vocal cords severed, I could not even scream.

Then, my adoptive mother—the same woman who once clutched every penny—took out her entire savings and shoved the cash into the surgeon’s hands.

"Give Eloise more anesthesia. She can’t handle pain well."

The next second, the sealed doors of the operating room slowly opened.

A nurse came in to report that Roselyn had scratched her wrist and needed stitches. Immediately, panic flashed across both Elric’s and my adoptive mother’s faces.

My adoptive mother cried out, "Move the equipment to her room. Treat Rosie first!"

Without missing a beat, Elric barked, "All of you—go stand by in Rosie’s operating room. Now!"

One doctor finally found the courage to speak up. "It’s been over thirty minutes since we gave Miss Thessaly anesthesia. If we delay her surgery any longer, she could lose too much blood and go into shock."

Without a second thought, my adoptive mother reached over and yanked the pain pump from my arm. "She’s always been tough. I’m her mother and I’m not worried about her. So what are you all afraid of? Go tend to Rosie."

Every doctor. Every piece of medical equipment. All were redirected to someone who had nothing more than a surface-level scratch on her wrist.

And me?

What about me?