I'll Die at My Wedding to Save Him

"Fifty million dollars. Sold."

When the auction hammer fell, I was already prepared to feel the weight of that crown on my head.

But Eric Carter walked right past me. He strode straight to the very back row and placed the bridal crown, the one I had personally designed, onto the head of a woman in a white dress.

"Welcome home, Claire."

His voice was so tender it could melt ice.

The entire hall fell into a dead silence.

Every socialite in the room shifted their gaze from envy to sheer mockery.