He Made Me Crawl Through the Dog Door, So I Married His Uncle

On my wedding day, my fiancé Nathan made me crawl through the dog door, the grand entrance reserved for his mistress, Chloe. I texted the patriarch one line: find me a new groom. By noon, I was married to Nathan's billionaire uncle Ethan, who had loved me in secret for years. But when a scorned Chloe came at me with a knife, it was Nathan who took the blade, whispering my name as he fell. He gave me every reason to walk away—so why does my heart still ache to turn back?