Revenge at the Altar: I Ruined My Billionaire Fiance

Everyone in our social circle laughed at me, calling me the most devoted substitute Ethan Vance ever had.

I was at Ethan’s beck and call for five whole years before he finally agreed to marry me.

But on the eve of our wedding, outside our new penthouse, I heard his heavy breathing mixed with another woman's.

I pushed the door open. Chloe Thorne’s face was flushed, while Ethan was calmly buttoning his shirt. He looked up, giving me a dismissive glance.

"Don't worry, the wedding is still on. You're still going to be Mrs. Vance."