Pushed to the Edge of My Own Wedding So I LEFT novel - Chapter 12

Chapter 12 The meeting ran late into the night. When I walked out, the gala had already ended. Ms. Harper walked me down. "The hotel just sent an email. Seraphina tried to demand they delete all tonight's footage. Legal shut it down." I wasn't surprised. She'd always been quickest to grab control of the narrative. Before, she'd crop me out of my own wedding photo and slap on a caption, and our friends would eat it up. This time, she tried the same trick to bury the truth. The gala had protocols. Documentation. Legal oversight. Security logs. Every step had been signed off. Ms.

Harper handed me her tablet. "There's more. The hotel banquet department traced the request for the tasting footage. Someone used Burke Corp's temporary partner credentials. The signature on the request was Seraphina's." I looked at the screen-a records access form. The stated reason was polished and official: "To prevent wedding client privacy breach." Below it, an electronic signature: Seraphina Voss. But her listed role read: "Wedding Assistant for Mr. Burke." I stared at those words. No anger. Just disbelief.. My wedding.

From the photos to the condo, from the menu to the security footage-she'd reached into all of it, every time, under the cover of "assisting." Ms. Harper asked, "Want us to send these materials to Mr. Burke?" I shook my head. "Follow legal protocol." The next morning, I moved into the new apartment arranged by the company. It was by the river, high up, with a wall of windows in the kitchen. Chapter 12 INSTALL 70.59% Yoho TV YOHO TV خوبصورت لڑکیوں کے ساتھ کھیل کھیلنا O HR handed me the keys and building pass. "Ms. Wells, this is your new place.

You can set your own door code-the system won't sync it with anyone." I punched in a set of numbers that had nothing to do with my past. The lock clicked-clean and final. No one else's birthday. No one else's habits. No memories I had to accommodate. On the coffee table sat a welcome bouquet and a hot latte. Half-sweet, extra shot. My name was written on the cup. I picked it up and took a sip. The warm, bitter aroma settled in slowly. At 10 AM, my system permissions updated. My approval scope expanded to three overseas project teams. Messages came in from team members. "Ms.

Wells, client meeting at 3 PM." "Ms. Wells, vendor contract needs your final review." "Ms. Wells, the Singapore team has requested to join the weekly sync." I responded to each one. The pace was relentless-but it felt steady. Every title matched a responsibility. Every document traced back to a source. At noon, Ms. Harper knocked and came in. She held a draft of a cease-and-desist letter. "Seraphina contacted the media last night, implying we maliciously played private footage at the gala. Legal recommends we send this first-demand she stop the defamation." I flipped to the attachments.