Blurb：
Clara's world shatters when fiancé Mike publicly marries her stepsister Della just months before their wedding. Amidst the betrayal from Mike, Della, and even her own mother, Clara posts a desperate plea: "Need a groom. Any takers?" While Mike and Della mock her with cruel comments, childhood friend Liam emerges with a shocking proposal - transferring all his assets to Clara as proof of his lifelong love. This emotional story explores heartbreak, family betrayal, and second-chance romance with characters Mike, Della, and Liam at the center of a dramatic love triangle that will keep you turning pages.Content：
Three months before my wedding, the world came crashing down. My fiancé, Mike, posted a picture on his Instagram. It wasn't of us. It was his marriage certificate, side-by-side with a photo of my stepsister, Della, cradling her pregnant belly.His caption read: Legally welcoming our little one into the world.
Della commented with a single shy-face emoji.
My own mother liked the post. Then she commented, I’ll watch the baby for you. You two just enjoy your time together.
I couldn't help myself. I typed a single question mark. A second later, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Mike. His voice, once a comfort, was a torrent of accusations.
"She's just 'borrowing' me for a year, Clara! The baby will be born, and then I'm all yours again."
"Don't be so petty," he continued, his tone sharp. "My mom agrees. She always said you should have a son before we make it official anyway. This works out perfectly. We have the wedding first, and you get your certificate later. It's fine."
A cold numbness spread through me. "Okay," I whispered, then hung up. I methodically went through my social media, deleting every trace of him, every happy memory now tainted. Then, I posted something new.
Need a groom. Any takers?
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Mike was the first to reply.
Mike: Are you out of your goddamn mind, Clara? I marry her for a technicality, and you pull this stunt? Did you really think a pathetic post like this would make me jealous? That’s hilarious. I’m warning you, stop making trouble, and leave Della out of it.
Della’s comment appeared right below his.
Della: Sis, Mike just wants our baby to have a proper name. I’m not trying to steal him. When you and he get married, my child can even call you Mom.
Then came my mother.
Mom: You’re being so ungrateful. You get a child without the pain of childbirth, and Della is making it happen for you. The least you could do is thank her.
A flood of comments from Mike's buddies followed, each one a jab to the ribs.
You and Della are sisters, right? Doesn't matter who Mike marries, it's all in the family! How about Della gets him Mon-Weds-Fri, and you get Tues-Thurs-Sat?
They all thought it was a riot, their laughing emojis mocking my pain. I stared at the screen for a long time, a bitter, acidic feeling rising in my throat until it stung my eyes. Tears I couldn't hold back began to fall, splattering onto my phone.
They were the ones in the wrong.
And yet, here they were, shamelessly blaming me.
How pathetic. These people weren't worth a single one of my tears.
I wiped my eyes fiercely. Amidst the chaos of the comment section, one stood out, a calm island in a sea of insanity.
It was from Liam. Can I be your groom?
Liam and I grew up together. After college, I’d stayed in the city while he went abroad for his master's. The day I started dating Mike, Liam had respectfully distanced himself. It had been years since we’d really talked.
As I was still processing his comment, my phone rang. It was him.
"Clara," his voice was steady, warm. "I've been in love with you for a long time."
He didn't wait for me to respond. "You know I've never liked your stepsister, so there will be no drama there. I don't have a messy circle of friends, and I've spent the last few years building my career. There are no ex-girlfriends in the picture."
A notification popped up on my screen. A legal document. I opened it. It was a contract, transferring all his assets and company shares into my name.
My breath hitched.
"Clara," he said, and for the first time, I heard a tremor of vulnerability in his voice. "This is my entire commitment. It's all I have to offer. Will you give me a chance?"
A familiar ache settled in my chest. I remembered us as kids. Our teacher had given him two pieces of his favorite candy as a reward. He had looked at them, his mouth watering, but he hadn't eaten a single one. He’d saved both for me.
He had always given me everything.
My voice was thick with emotion. "Yes."
Love had proven to be a ghost, a phantom I’d chased only to be left wounded and bleeding. I had been ready to give up, to accept that I would be alone.
But my grandmother’s dying wish was to see me married, to know there was someone in the world who would have my back.
Mike was not that man.
But Liam… if my groom was Liam, I knew my grandmother would rest easy.
His voice bloomed with pure joy. "I'll wrap things up here. I'll be back to marry you in two weeks." He paused, his tone turning almost pleading. "Clara, you'll wait for me, won't you? You won't change your mind?"
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