Plot Twist, The ‘Dead’ Ex is Thriving Shirley Chapter 1

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Chapter 1
On my birthday, my fiancé celebrated with another girl while my brother toasted to our mother’s death anniversary, with her killer’s daughter.
The champagne flute slipped from my fingers, shattering against the marble floor like the last fragile thread of my sanity. On my phone screen, Vincent’s arm draped possessively around Emily’s shoulders as she blew out my birthday candles, her lips brushing his cheek in a kiss that wasn’t hers to take.
So, I set fire to the house that held all our memories and faked my death.
As I stepped through the blazing doorway one final time, the heat licking at my back, the past came rushing in with the smoke. That deafening silence when I’d last mentioned our engagement to Vincent Montgomery…
Noticing his impatient expression, everyone burst into mocking laughter.
“Who still believes in arranged marriages these days? So outdated.”
“Miss Harrison’s always been so proud. Feeling threatened now?”
I ignored the jeers.
My gaze stayed fixed on Vincent, lounging on the sofa.
His shirt collar was slightly undone, revealing faint marks along his neck and collarbone.
A sharp pain pricked my heart—so sudden I almost didn’t notice it.
“We were just kids back then. It was foolish to agree to something so ridiculous,” he said, his smile faint and sardonic.
He gave me a lazy once-over. “Lauren, we’re adults now. Let’s forget about those childish promises.”
I stared at him, stunned, about to speak—when the door swung open.
Emily stepped in, wearing a server’s uniform, a tray in hand.
The moment she saw me, she flinched, murmuring, “Sis—I mean, Miss Harrison.”
Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked to Vincent, pleading.
“I’m sorry. Did I interrupt something?”
Her voice trembled as she set the tray down, preparing to run.
But Vincent suddenly kicked over the coffee table.
Glasses shattered. Shards flew.
One piece sliced my arm, drawing blood—a sharp, searing pain.
Vincent didn’t even spare me a glance.
His face darkened as he marched over to Emily.
He yanked her frilly apron off with rough hands.
“Emily, how many times do I have to tell you? No more part-time jobs.”
She nodded, her eyes reddening.
“But I don’t want to keep taking your money.”
“You and Daniel have already given me so much.”
“I can earn my own living—”
“But it hurts me to see you like this.”
Vincent tossed the apron aside.
“You’re coming home with me. And if I catch you working again—”
“I’ll shut down every place that hires you.”
Then, suddenly, he turned to glare at me.
“And if anyone dares to bully her again—”
“Don’t expect me to show any mercy for old times’ sake.”
I clutched my bleeding arm, meeting his gaze, expressionless, amidst the chaos.