Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 165

“Bright got engaged?”

My eyes widened with incredulity, fixated on the laptop screen as a startled squeal broke out of my mouth. I was jolted by the most absurd news of the year.

A chill froze me to my spot as I scrolled through the article for more details.

“The heirs of two distinguished business families of Lakon city were engaged in an intimate ceremony last evening.”

The blood flowing in my veins dried to read the fancy words used for that lavish party, flashing Bright’s heart fluttering promises across my mind.

“I will arrange an opulent engagement ceremony for you, Laura. You deserve the best of everything.”

Beach venue, off-white and silver theme, Champagne fountains, romantic lighting, we had selected everything together for our important day. It crushed my soul to even imagine that he had moved on in his life so quickly.

My hands trembled nervously, clicking on the login option of my social media account. I needed more than a news article to believe that my dream castle of love was brutally shattered by an outsider.

However, as soon as the page refreshed, I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a short scream that emitted.

Hashtag ‘Match made in heaven’ was trending across all the social media platforms, praising that outstanding couple. The pictures of elegant Sienna Lockwood shriveled my stomach. With her waist-length blonde hair, cascading like flowing water, gorgeous Sienna was indeed a fairy from heaven.

Her pure eyes emitted an innocent and captivating charm that no one could resist. She was a Howard graduate, the sole heiress of the Lockwood industries, handling her dad’s business single-handedly. Her detailed profile made me feel worthless in my eyes, Leo was absolutely right when he said,

“Have you ever heard that a bachelor married a single mother, Laura?

Obviously not!

Because it never happens.”

Bright’s family owned plenty of buildings in this city, and it was one of them, screaming wealth and power in a single glance. But the highlight of this main event was the magical duo coming down the stairs, illuminated by the flashlights.

Holding Bright’s arm, Sienna was smiling softly, her delicate pink gown was complimenting her natural beauty. With a pearl headband in her hair, she looked like a real princess. But my yearning gaze was glued to her partner, my loving fiancé, Bright.

He was mine, the love of my life, but watching him with another woman pierced my wounded heart with thousands of needles. A lone tear rolled down my cheek as he stood at the altar with his perfect girl and held her hand.

I could see the glee written in bold letters on his mom’s face, she appeared victorious, successfully rescuing her precious son from a flawed woman like me. She blessed him warmly.

This thirty-second clip wasn’t just a memory of that beautiful moment, but a blazing fire like the Great fire of Chicago, leaving nothing but dark ashes. I burst into tears forlornly.

“Why?

Why did you do this to me, Bright?”