My wedding had reached the ring exchange when someone on stage suddenly announced that my father was suspected of embezzlement and had been taken away by the police. In front of all the guests the groom let go of my hand, my cousin slipped his arm through his, and my dowry was transferred to her name that same night. I stood under the wedding arch, veil still on, and suddenly understood the whole wedding had been a setup from the start. I walked out the back door, crossed the river embankment, and faked my own death. Three years later I returned to this city as another businesswoman, and the first dinner I booked was seated across from the groom and my cousin. Layer by layer, I took back everything they swallowed back then, principal and interest. Watch free on Palmbox.
