“Don’t Ruin The Photos,” She Whispered. Then They Shoved Me Into The Water. I Stood Up And Said, “Remember This Moment.” When My Billionaire Husband Arrived, The Laughter Died In Their Throats… Because The Story They Had Written About Me Just Ended

dress. I was wearing a simple navy gown from a department store.

My mother, draped in pearls that cost more than a house, intercepted me before I could reach the guest book. She didn’t look at her granddaughter. She looked at me with a face twisted in disgust.

“Isabella, there you are,” she hissed, her voice a poisonous whisper. “Listen carefully. I’ve continue reading …