Slapped at the Altar You Stole My Groom, but I'm Your Billionaire Boss

At my wedding, the groom, Tyler, slapped me hard across the face in front of every single guest.

The reason? My cousin, Chloe, had tumbled down the stairs, and he was convinced I pushed her.

"Summer, Chloe has severe depression! Why the hell would you push her?!"

Chloe lay curled in Tyler’s arms, coughing up a theatrical trace of blood.

"Tyler, please don't blame Summer... I was just careless."

Aunt Brenda lunged at me, grabbing my wedding gown and shaking me violently.

"You evil wretch! You were already jealous of Chloe’s career, and now you’re trying to murder her?!"