He Stole My Golden Ticket for His Mistress, I Ruined Their New RestaurantChapter 1
When I was seven weeks pregnant, my fiancé, Bryan Dominic, an internationally acclaimed chef, had postponed our wedding seven times. His reasons always revolved around his adopted sister—helping Livia with her first recipe, assisting Livia with a national conference, or even just Livia wanting company.
I was angry, but Bryan immediately knelt down and apologized. Then, as compensation, he said he would give me an old restaurant by the sea. My dream place.
So on the eighth attempt, I believed we had gotten through the worst.
But it turned out that on that very day, my life almost ended.
In front of the altar, a group of masked men suddenly stormed in. I was dragged into the forest and stabbed eight times in the stomach before everything went dark.
When I regained consciousness in the hospital, I heard the doctor's voice behind the curtain. Behind me.
"Mr. Bryan, everything went according to your plan. The eight stab wounds successfully caused Miss Elena to miscarry. She won't be able to move freely for three days."
My brain refused to comprehend the reality. Until Bryan's cold voice was enough to shatter my world.
"Good work. Besides, I never needed a baby from her anyway."
My trembling hand reflexively went to my stomach. The wound was still wide open. My chest felt tight.
The doctor walked out the door without realizing I had heard everything.
I grabbed my phone and called Bryan with trembling hands. I wanted to ask him why he did this. Why he could kill our baby. And for pretending to love me for three years.
But the voice that answered wasn't his.
"Hello, sis? How does it feel to wake up alone in a hospital bed? Let me explain everything. Bryan loves me, you were just a tool to achieve my dreams. To explain everything, you can check my social media."
Livia hung up before I could say a word. Breathing heavily, I opened her social media account.
[Finally participating in Europe's best culinary competition!]
On the screen, Livia smiled broadly while holding the competition's golden ticket. Bryan's arm was wrapped around her waist.
My eyes widened. One photo and a caption stabbed me more than any knife could. Everything finally made sense.
My Bocuse d’Or Europe golden ticket had been stolen! Along with my signature recipe!