Betrayed,I Married the World's Richest Heir

Chapter 7 Push Me

The next second, Summer collapsed to the ground and clutched her stomach. Tears sprang to her eyes instantly. Summer looked up at me with that practiced, pitiful expression. "Blaire! I know I wronged you, but Ambrose and I are really in love. Please forgive me, okay? Even if you hate me, you can't just push me like that... I'm pregnant..."

I watched her coldly.

The act was so pathetic I didn't even need to think to know what was coming next.

Sure enough, someone grabbed my shoulder from behind. Fingers dug into my skin hard enough to bruise bone.

Ambrose's voice came out harsh and biting. "Blaire! When did you become so vicious? Summer's your own sister! This is her wedding day, for God's sake. How could you do this to her?"

I winced and turned to face him. His face was twisted with anger.

I used to think that face was handsome. I used to think it was kind. Now it just looked like a stranger's.

I kept my voice flat. "Let go."

Ambrose's grip tightened instead. "You pushed Summer and you've got the nerve to talk back to me?"

He yanked me hard, and I nearly fell. Before I could catch my balance, Ashley's shrill voice cut through the air. "Blaire! You absolute disaster! Summer's pregnant and you pushed her? Are you trying to kill her?"

She rushed at me and raised her hand to slap me without a word.

I dodged to the side. Her hand grazed my ear, and her nails left a stinging red scratch.

Ashley's eyes went wide with fury. "You dare dodge me?"

She raised her hand again. This time I didn't dodge. I caught her wrist mid-swing.

She froze. She clearly hadn't expected me to fight back.

I looked her straight in the eye. "Mom, I didn't push her."

Ashley tried to yank her hand back, but she couldn't break free. Her face twisted with rage. She snarled at me, "You didn't push her? Summer just fell down all by herself?" She fought harder against the grip, her voice rising. "What, you think you're tough now? You've got the nerve to grab me like this?"

Daniel charged over without a word. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

The force behind it could've knocked me sideways, left my ears ringing if it connected.

But I wasn't that little girl anymore, the one who just stood there and took it.

I let go of Ashley's wrist and stepped aside. Daniel's hand cut through empty air, and the momentum sent him stumbling forward. He nearly face-planted.

He caught himself and whirled around, his face bright red. "Unbelievable! You ungrateful brat!" He jabbed his finger at my face. "We raised you for twenty-five years, and this is how you repay us?"

I laughed, even though my eyes burned. "Raised me? Or raised a dog to pave the way for Summer?"

Daniel's mouth opened and closed. His whole body shook with anger. "You..."

Ambrose lunged forward and reached for my collar. "Blaire!"

I took a step back and stared him down. "Ambrose, if you lay one finger on me today, I swear you'll regret it."

My expression stopped him cold. His hand hung in the air between us.

Then Summer's voice broke through again, soft and trembling. "Ambrose... my stomach hurts so bad... Blaire, even if you hate me, you can't hurt an innocent baby..."

She sounded weak and wounded, like I'd committed some unforgivable crime.

Ashley heard that and completely lost it. She rushed over to help Summer up, then whirled on me with pure venom. "Blaire! You heartless b***h! Summer has always put you first since you were kids. She always made sure you got the best of everything, and now you want to kill her baby? What kind of monster are you?"

'Put me first?' I almost laughed out loud.

My entire life, Summer got everything first. When she ate expensive steaks, I scraped by on day-old bread from the discount bin. When she wore custom designer dresses, I got her hand-me-downs. When she carried limited edition handbags, I pulled all-nighters at the office working on company projects.

That was putting me first?

I looked her straight in the eye. "Mom, be honest with me. Growing up, who really put who first?"

Ashley's gaze flickered away for a split second, but then she recovered and doubled down. "We're talking about you pushing Summer! Stop trying to change the subject!"

"I didn't push her."

Daniel stepped forward and snarled at me, "It had to be you! You're jealous that she's marrying Ambrose, so you did it on purpose!"

I repeated myself, and a cold smile crossed my face. "Do you all remember whose wedding this was supposed to be?"

Everyone froze.

That was when it hit them. They'd stolen this wedding right out from under me.

Ambrose's gaze flickered away for a second, and guilt flashed across his face.

Summer burst into tears. "Ambrose, I'm so scared..."

Ambrose shoved me aside and rushed to help Summer up. The moment he saw her reddened, swollen arm, his eyes blazed with fury. "Blaire, why can't you just act like a decent person for once! Apologize to Summer right now! If you don't, don't blame me for what happens next!"

I let out a cold laugh and straightened up. "You want me to apologize? You two pieces of trash think you deserve that?"

My voice cut through the room. "Did you forget this entire lobby is covered in security cameras? I can pull up the footage right now and everyone will see exactly who pushed who. And you, Summer, you were willing to risk your own baby just to set me up. You're absolutely disgusting."

Summer's face went completely white.

Ashley wrapped her arms around Summer protectively. "How dare you talk such nonsense! Summer would never frame you! Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll handle this. She doesn't get to act like she owns this house!"

I ignored her and turned to face Ambrose directly.

"So, what do you say, ex-fiancé? Want me to call up a reporter and give them a front-row seat to this mess?"

Ambrose's expression froze completely.

He looked down at Summer, and for the first time, doubt crept into his eyes.

Summer panicked and grabbed his hand. "Ambrose, my stomach... it hurts so bad... How could you think I'd use our baby to frame her? I would never do something like that."

Ambrose's expression softened again, but when he looked back at me, his eyes were ice-cold. "Apologize. Now. Or I'll make sure you're humiliated in front of everyone. I'll destroy your reputation in this entire social circle."

'Is he brain-damaged or something? What a psycho!' I cursed silently.

I ignored his twisted expression, stood up, and brushed the dust off my clothes. Then I turned around and walked away.

Ambrose lost it completely. He snarled, "You brought this on yourself, Blaire!"

He stormed onto the stage and grabbed the microphone. His voice boomed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to celebrate my wedding. But before we begin, I need to make an announcement. I'm changing brides. My fiancée Blaire cheated on me before the wedding."

The guests erupted into shocked murmurs, and disbelief spread across every face in the room. Their invitations had all carried my name on them. But now, on the actual wedding day, they were swapping out the bride.

The whole thing was absurd.

Ambrose didn't let the confusion linger. He continued, "Blaire and I were never meant to be together. I was actually in love with her sister, Summer. But Blaire couldn't stand seeing Summer happy. She threatened to kill herself unless I married her instead. Summer has such a kind heart that she stepped aside for her sister. I couldn't bear to see Summer suffer, so I agreed to marry Blaire. But then I discovered the truth. Blaire slept around with multiple men before our wedding. Her private life is a complete disaster. She betrayed me over and over again. I can't accept someone so disgusting as my wife. I hope you all understand."

He stared straight at me after finishing his little speech. He wanted to see fear and panic written all across my face.

Too bad for him. All he got was a smirk. Nothing else.

Rage flashed in Ambrose's eyes. The guests were going crazy with chatter and speculation. He raised his voice above the noise. "I know what you're all thinking. You won't just take my word for it. But I have evidence!"

He slammed his hand down on the button controlling the wedding screen.

The entire ballroom fell silent. Every eye turned to the massive display.

Ambrose locked his gaze on me. He was waiting for me to fall apart and humiliate myself.

In his twisted mind, once my reputation was destroyed and I broke down completely, I'd become his puppet. He could control me however he wanted.

But the next second, the image that appeared on screen made Summer's eyes go wide with horror. Her face drained of all color.

Ambrose's smug expression froze on his face. He whipped around instinctively to look at the screen. His eyes widened in shock.

The giant screen was playing a video of him and Summer having s*x in my office.

Their moans and gasps filled the ballroom, spilling out of the speakers in an endless stream.