Return of the Broken Heiress

Rejection

Darla pov“That’s not my baby.” His voice echoed through the room, sharp and cold, slicing through the warm, celebratory atmosphere we’d carefully set up. Everyone went still, and I felt my heart lurch, every beat heavy with disbelief. I stared at him with wide eyes, hoping I’d misheard.“What?” The word barely escaped my lips, a fragile whisper.He didn’t even flinch. “That is not my baby,” he repeated, louder, as if to make sure everyone—his family, all gathered here—would hear. The room seemed to close in on me, and what was supposed to be our happiest moment had turned into a public spectacle.“Do you think you can trap me with this?” His voice was laced with disdain.Trap him?I felt the words hit like stones, disbelief twisting in my stomach. This was Roy, my fiancé, the man I’d been with since college. We’d dreamed together, talked about the beach wedding I’d always wanted, set for three months from now. We had planned a future. He was my first love, the man I’d given everythin...