The Jilted Bride's Billionaire Vengeance

I was engaged to Bradly Warner, a union meant to merge our family empires. In my past life, I poured my soul into his failing company, making him a titan of industry while he treated me with cold indifference.

But a near-fatal accident gave me a second chance, flooding my mind with memories of his ultimate betrayal.

I remembered how he and my cousin, Janell, flaunted their affair, publicly shaming me while I was trapped in a loveless marriage. They stole my work, took my fortune, and left me to die alone, a fool who had given everything for nothing.

He never loved me. I was just a convenient tool, an obsession he could control and discard.

So when I woke from my coma, back at the start of it all, I made a new vow. At the gala where he planned to humiliate me, I looked him in the eye and announced I was marrying someone else. His powerful, reclusive uncle, Garrison.

Chapter 1

Adaline POV:

Bradly Warner' s disdain hit me before his voice did, a physical blow even in the crowded ballroom. It was the same look I'd seen a thousand times in my "memories" now. That sneer, reserved only for me.

The Warner Corporation' s annual gala was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, reflecting off polished marble floors. A symphony played something light and airy, but the oppressive weight of Bradly' s presence suffocated me.

"Bradly, look! It' s Adaline!" one of his cronies slurred, pointing a champagne flute in my direction.

Bradly' s head snapped up. His eyes, usually so charming, narrowed into slits. His perfectly sculpted eyebrows, a feature Janell often complimented, arched in a parody of surprise.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice carrying just enough to make a few heads turn. "If it isn' t my… fiancée."

The word was laced with ice.

His friends chuckled, nudging him, clearly amused by the spectacle. My stomach clenched. They thought this was a game.

"What are you doing here, Adaline?" he demanded, stepping closer. His scent-expensive cologne and too much entitlement-assaulted me. "Didn' t think you' d have the gall to show your face after that stunt."

Stunt? I blinked, genuinely taken aback. My "memories" had prepared me for a lot, but not this specific brand of public aggression, not yet.

He leaned in, his voice dropping but still sharp enough to cut through the din. "Announcing our engagement to the press without my permission? Really, Adaline? Have you no shame?"

My breath hitched. He was twisting the narrative, just as he always would. I hadn't announced anything. It was his family' s firm and my family' s firm, the merger contingent on our engagement, that had issued the joint statement. He knew that.

But in this life, where my near-fatal accident had somehow unlocked a future I hadn't lived, I saw him for what he was. A spoiled, arrogant man who saw me as an accessory.

I took a slow, deep