At the engagement party, my fiancé said his sister carrying his child

At the engagement party, my fiancé William Smith rushed out with his adopted sister in his arms. "She's carrying my child,". He threatened me to take in the illegitimate child, yet sneered when I proposed breaking off the engagement: "The entire social circle knows you're my fiancée." When he stomped the lucky pouch my mother had embroidered for me into a filthy puddle. When my future in-laws cursed me as "a nouveau riche daughter who knows no decency". I felt utter disappointment. Then Carter Brown, the brother of a family friend whom I had once rejected, appeared with a family-heirloom jade necklace. "I promised that if you weren't married by thirty, you'd marry me—it's time to fulfill that promise." At the wedding ceremony, William Smith burst in holding a blood-stained rose. He pressed a dagger to his throat and shouted hoarsely, "You said you'd stay with me till the end!" But when a medical record slipped from Carter Brown's suit pocket, it unraveled another layer of conspiracy.

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