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Today was my four-year anniversary with Chace. He told me to wear my white dress for a surprise he had planned. I spent all afternoon getting ready, practicing my "Yes," certain he was finally going to propose. But when I arrived at the hotel ballroom, the banner read, "Congratulations, Chace & Karyn." In front of all their friends and family, he got down on one knee and proposed to his childhood friend, Karyn Warren. He used his mother's heirloom ring--the one he once showed me, saying it was for the woman he would spend his life with. He then introduced me, his girlfriend of four years, as "a very good friend." His new fiancée smiled sweetly and told me their marriage would be an open one, giving me permission to stay on as his mi**ress. I overheard him telling his friend his real plan: "Karyn is my wife for show, but Ember can be my woman on the side for fun." He thought I would just accept being his toy. He was wrong. I pulled out my phone and texted a number I'd never dared to call before--the executor of my estranged father's will. "I need to claim my inheritance." His reply was instant. "Of course, Ms. Ford. The stipulation is a marriage to me. Are you ready to proceed?" "Yes," I typed back. My life with Chace was over. Chapter 1 Today was my four-year anniversary with Chace Mcfarland. It was also the day he was coming back from his three-month business trip. The dual significance of the date made my heart beat faster. He had texted me this morning, his words simple but full of promise: "Ember, wear the white dress. I have a surprise for you." I knew what that meant. We had talked about marriage, about a future, about spending the rest of our lives together. The surprise had to be a proposal. I spent the entire afternoon getting ready. I styled my hair, did my makeup with extra care, and finally put on the white dress he mentioned. It was a designer piece he'd bought for me last year, elegant and simple. I stood in front of the mirror, practicing my smile
