The Billionaire Groom Replaced Me With His Tomboy After I Was Paralyzed Chapter 06
The first file was pure audio. Garrett’s voice boomed through the high-end sound system, crisp,
clear, and unmistakably distinct.
“Once I lock down the deed to her place and drain the rest of her savings account, this entire
marriage will finally be worth the trouble.”
Roxy’s voice followed immediately after.
“God, you’re so bad, Garrett.”
“But you love it, don’t you?”
“Obsessed with it.”
In an instant, three hundred heads snapped around to lock onto Garrett. Within two seconds, his
face flushed a violent crimson, drained to a stark white, and finally settled into a sickly, humiliated
green.
He lunged toward the AV booth like a madman, desperate to rip out the main power feeds. But the
PowerPoint had been uploaded to a secure cloud timer; the physical source wasn’t even in the building. He violently ripped the cable from the local projector, causing the screen to go black for a
single heartbeat.
But a second later, the hotel’s automated backup system kicked in, and the display blazed right
back to life.
The second segment was a series of financial ledger leaks. It clearly displayed the payday loan
documentation-eighty-three thousand dollars. Immediately following it was the Cartier
signature receipt, with the recipient’s name printed in plain, bold text: Roxy. The delivery destination was Garrett’s private rented apartment.
A low, furious buzzing of whispers rippled through the guests, growing louder by the second.
“Is this guy seriously stepping out on his fiancée at their own wedding?”
“Taking out a payday loan to buy another woman luxury jewelry? The guy is a absolute lunatic.”
“I thought that Roxy chick was just his ‘bestie.’ Some bestie…”
Garrett’s mother froze at the edge of the cage, her lips trembling so violently she couldn’t form a
syllable.
Then came the third segment: high-definition dashcam footage from Garrett’s sedan. The video showed Garrett and Roxy locked in a passionate embrace, the quality so sharp you could distinctly
read the logo on the Cartier bracelet wrapped around her wrist.
As they parted, Roxy snuggled deep into his chest, cooing softly.
“Garrett, babe, after the wedding, she’s going to be a vegetable anyway. That apartment of hers was bought cash, right? Once it’s transferred into your name, we can move right in. It’ll be perfect.’
“What’s the rush? Once I lock down the deed to her place and drain the rest of her savings account, this entire marriage will finally be worth the trouble.”
The video stopped there. A final line of text materialized across the massive screen.
All source materials have been verified and legally archived at the County Clerk’s Office, File No. 2026-X.
The room absolutely erupted. The wealthy relatives who had contributed thousands to the cash registry slammed their chairs back, standing up to point directly at Garrett’s face, shouting
furiously.
“Miller, you piece of garbage! I put two grand into your honeymoon fund just to watch you execute a fraudulent marriage?!”
“What kind of twisted operation is your family running here? You invited us out here to be accomplices to a crime?!”
“Refund my check! Pull my money out of the registry right now!”
Garrett’s father sat at the head table, thick beads of cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He violently grabbed Garrett by the arm, dragging him down as he roared in a hushed, furious voice.
“What the hell have you done?! Have you lost your goddamn mind?!”
Garrett didn’t even hear him. His eyes were locked onto me, wide with a rabid, naked fury. Every ounce of the gentle, doting fiancé act had been completely stripped away, leaving nothing but the
raw, exposed humiliation of a man caught entirely naked in public.
“Sienna! You fucking bitch!”
I held the microphone, looking down at him with a calm that was utterly terrifying.
“Garrett, you said this was a little custom from your hometown.”
“So let me show you how we handle things in mine.”
“When someone tries to pull a fraud, we inspect the merchandise in public.”
I dropped the microphone onto the mat, gathered the hem of my ruined skirt, and calmly stepped
down from the cage. As I passed Roxy, paramedics were already wheeling her out on a stretcher, blood still leaking from the corner of her mouth.
When I brushed past Garrett, his hand shot out, desperately trying to clamp down on my arm. I executed a sharp side-step, slipping his grasp without looking back for a single second.
Maddie was waiting for me right by the exit doors, holding my duffel bag and a change of casual clothes. I stripped off the custom $200,000 gown, folded it neatly, and shoved it directly into the trembling arms of Garrett’s mother.
“You can keep the dress.”
“There’s a twenty-eight thousand dollar balance remaining on the final fitting. The collection
notice is in the pocket.”
The old woman took the silk mechanically, her jaw chattering like a broken toy.
I walked out of the luxury hotel doors dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. The afternoon sun was brilliant, flooding the streets with a warm, clean light-exactly the kind of sky a woman deserves when she gets to start her entire life over.
Behind me, the ballroom was a chaotic warzone of screaming guests, shattered glass, and the frantic, pathetic explanations of the Miller family.
I didn’t look back.