I Married My Ex's Uncle

On my wedding day, the high school bully who once tormented me crashed the ceremony.

I believed Carsten Morgan would stand firmly by my side.

But he let go of my hand and walked decisively toward her.

Later, when I sued the bully and exposed her past harassment, Carsten suppressed the case.

He even countersued me for defaming her reputation.

Overnight, I became the internet's laughingstock.

At a banquet, Carsten sneered with contempt, "Those scars on your body disgust me."

He added, "Give up. I've got a filthy-rich uncle backing me. You can't win."

The next moment, the uncle he bragged about wrapped an arm around my waist.

He whispered softly in my ear, "If I send them all to prison, will you choose me?"

1

"Mr. Carsten Morgan, do you take Miss Amelia Waston to be your wife? Mr. Morgan?"

The man beside me snapped back to reality at the question.

He noticed the curiosity in my eyes.

He hesitated, looking dazed.

The guests watched us closely.

I gently squeezed his hand.

I whispered with concern, "What's wrong, Carsten?"

A shadow flickered in Carsten's eyes.

He forced a faint smile as he looked at me.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the auditorium doors burst open.

A frantic, tearful voice rang out, "Carsten! Didn't you say you'd only marry me?"

The words stunned the crowd, who turned to look.

A beautiful woman in a wedding dress stood there, eyes red, staring at my groom.

The room buzzed with whispers.

I froze as I recognized her face. My breath caught.

Memories etched deep in my bones made me tremble.

It was Eleanor Morley, the girl who bullied me in high school.

Shock gave way to overwhelming fear.

My legs wobbled, and I instinctively gripped Carsten's hand.

But my hand closed on nothing.

I looked up in disbelief.

Carsten stared at the woman below the stage.

His eyes lit up with joy and affection.

My blood ran cold.

"Carsten, you..." He glanced at me, a flicker of pity in his eyes.

After a pause, he said softly, "I'm sorry, Amelia. Being with you was just to make up for Eleanor's mistakes."

He added, "I only love her."

With that, Carsten leaped off the stage.

He strode toward Eleanor.

The guests gasped in shock.

Eleanor leaned against him, smirking triumphantly.

"Amelia, you lost to me again." Her smile was radiant and gloating.

The crowd's strange, pitying stares fixed on me, alone on the stage.

I watched the two figures walk away, arm in arm.

My face paled, and my body stiffened.

After a long moment, I turned my head, tears falling.

But a faint, hidden smile curved my lips.

The headline "Morgan Heir Ditches Wedding" trended at the top in no time.

Netizens learned about my ordeal and flooded the internet with outrage against Carsten and Eleanor.

"How can the Morgans be so rich and powerful yet humiliate someone by ditching a wedding?"

"What about the fiancée's feelings?"

"That woman crashing the wedding has no shame."

"Scumbag and homewrecker deserve each other."

Gordon Morgan, Carsten's grandfather, was furious when he heard.

He told me, "Amelia, I'll make this right for you."

With red eyes, I replied gracefully, "It's okay, Gordon. The Morgan family comes first."

Without hesitation, Gordon transferred ownership of two villas to me.

The next day, to my surprise, Carsten brought Eleanor to the Morgan estate.

As soon as they stepped inside, an ashtray flew toward them.

Carsten instinctively shielded Eleanor, and I, without thinking, stepped in front of him.

A sharp pain shot through my arm, followed by a trickle of liquid.

The servants gasped and rushed over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carsten's conflicted expression as he looked at me.

My face paled, and I pleaded with Gordon, "Please, let's talk this out calmly."

In the end, Carsten bandaged my wound.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Don't do that again."

I gave a bitter smile. "You're my fiancé. Who else would I protect?"

I rolled up my sleeve to make it easier for him to wrap the gauze.

But it revealed the old scars on my arm.

They were yellowed, jagged, and horrific.

In high school, Eleanor had others hold me down while she burned me with a curling iron.

Those scars were just the tip of the iceberg.

Carsten flinched as if struck, his pupils contracting.

A trace of pity flickered in his eyes. "Amelia, I-"

Suddenly, a woman's scream echoed from downstairs.

Carsten's expression hardened.

He let go of me and strode away.

I called out softly, "Carsten..."

He paused for a moment.

Then he walked on without looking back.

I watched his figure disappear, my expression cooling.

Before dinner, Gordon emerged from his study with Carsten supporting him.

They seemed to have reached an agreement.

My phone pinged with a notification, a thirty-million-dollar transfer from the Morgan family.

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively checked the trending topics.

Eleanor sauntered over, arms crossed, looking down at me smugly.

She said, "Back in school, no one had your back when you were bullied. And now, you still have to swallow your pride."

Leaning close to my ear, she sneered coldly, "Poor little Amelia."

As her words landed, a new trending topic popped up. "Amelia Is Homewrecker In Carsten and Eleanor's Relationship."

When I saw the trending topic, I knew I'd become the pawn Gordon paid off with thirty million.

By sacrificing me, he flipped the narrative to salvage Carsten and the Morgan family's reputation.

A flood of vicious comments poured in.

"So Amelia was the homewrecker all along? I got played."

"Eleanor's fearless, chasing love despite the odds. I'm rooting for her."

"Sweet couple, stay together."

"Can the mistress just disappear? I wasted my sympathy on her."

"Carsten and Eleanor have been together since high school. So cute."

"Amelia, drop dead. Disgusting."

Besides the money, Carsten gave me a three percent stake in Morgan Enterprises. I accepted it all.

Maybe it was seeing old faces, but I had a nightmare that night.

In the dream, Eleanor led a group of girls.

They tore my clothes and forced me to crawl, barking like a dog.

They burned me with cigarette butts and a curling iron.

It was two years of relentless bullying.

All because a senior Eleanor liked gave me an umbrella in the rain.

I woke up drenched in cold sweat.

The chilling fear lingered vividly.

I tried to calm myself, reaching for the pills on my nightstand.

But a shadow by the bed made me freeze.

A moment later, a man's arm wrapped around me.

The familiar scent of crisp cedar drew close.

My nerves eased.

"Another nightmare?" His voice was low and magnetic as he gently wiped the sweat from my forehead and fed me a few pills.

I swallowed them and felt a bit better.

In the dark, his sharp, striking silhouette stood out, his deep black eyes fixed on me.

"You're back early." I said coldly, "We haven't reached that part of the plan yet."

He pulled me into his arms, his warm breath grazing my neck.

After a pause, he said hoarsely, "I missed you too much, Amelia. When I heard you were hurting, I rushed back."

His soft kisses landed on my ear, trailing slowly downward.

I hesitated. "Don't leave any marks."

His response was a wave of fierce intensity, as if reclaiming every moment we'd been apart.

It lasted into the early hours.

Exhausted, I fell asleep, free of nightmares.

The next day, the Morgans invited me over.

As I stepped inside, I heard Carsten's cheerful voice. "I got word that my uncle returned last night. If we can meet him, maybe he'll hand over the northside project to the Morgans."

A servant spotted me and led me in.

In the living room, Gordon was resting with his eyes closed.

Carsten and Eleanor sat close together, their expressions shifting when they saw me.

I greeted Gordon politely, then smiled. "Are you talking about the Rowe family's head?"

At that, everyone turned to me.

Carsten raised an eyebrow. "You know him, Amelia?"

Eleanor's eyes flashed with resentment as the attention shifted to me.

Suddenly, she snapped, "What's that mark by your ear?"