Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 24

**Marriage Without Temperature by Mark Twain 24**

**Chapter 1**

At the bachelor party, my fiancé, Alexander Montgomery, who had an almost obsessive tendency towards cleanliness, casually took a sip from Chloe Laurent’s glass. It was a seemingly innocuous act, but in that moment, a chill ran down my spine. I realized then that Alexander had developed feelings for his junior, Chloe.

As I observed them engaged in conversation, the two of them seemed to be wrapped up in their own little world, discussing everything from academic projects to their aspirations for the future. They were so cozy, so at ease with one another, that I felt a pang of something sharp and bitter in my chest. I forced myself to maintain my composure, to keep a cool exterior, but inside, I was a whirlwind of anxiety and anger.

That night, as the party wound down and the laughter faded into the background, I decided it was time for a serious talk. I found Alexander alone, nursing a drink, and I cornered him for a little heart-to-heart.

“It’s simple, Alex,” I said, my voice steady but cold as ice. “Either you call off this engagement, or I will make sure her academic career goes up in flames.” The threat hung in the air, heavy and palpable.

He looked taken aback, his eyes widening in shock, but then he vanished for the entire night, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a growing sense of dread.

When he returned the following morning, his face was drawn, the shadows under his eyes deepening his already pale complexion. He mumbled, “The wedding goes on as planned,” but his voice lacked conviction.

And then came our wedding day. As I stepped into that stunning white gown, feeling absolutely magnificent, I caught a glimpse of Alexander’s face. It was as if time had stopped for him. He froze, his breath hitching in his throat, and I could see the realization dawning on him.

Then, through the microphone, his voice rang out for everyone to hear, cutting through the atmosphere of joy like a knife: “The bride I wanted to marry… it’s not you. I’ve made a terrible mistake. I shouldn’t have let her go.”

Can you believe this piece of shit? He posted the divorce papers on his Instagram Story, making me the laughingstock of New York’s elite social circle.

And what did he do next? He ran straight to the airport in his tuxedo, kissing Chloe like some romantic hero out of a cheesy movie. Their makeout session became the talk of Twitter, trending within the hour.

But here’s the thing about choices—they come with consequences. Just ten minutes later, Montgomery Group’s stock plummeted ten points on the NYSE. If Alexander chose betrayal, then he shouldn’t blame me for dragging his ass straight into hell.

My phone screen was stuck on Alexander’s Instagram post, a single line of text glaring back at me: “This time, I choose love.” The accompanying photo showed him in the designer suit I had personally selected, locking lips with Chloe at the airport, the image dripping with the kind of romance that made me want to retch.

Our mutual friends were having a field day in the comments: “Holy shit, Alex has balls! Where the hell is Eleanor supposed to show her face now?”

“Ditching his bride at the altar, then making out with his little junior at the airport? Poor Eleanor got played hard.”

“Alex has lost his damn mind. Throwing away both families’ reputation for some chick?”

I tore my gaze away from the screen and caught sight of the wedding rings sitting on my desk. The inside of the bands still bore our initials—E&A. Alexander had designed those rings himself, adding magnets to the outer bands so that when they got close, they would snap together.

“Because of my severe OCD,” he had explained, “I might not always be able to be physically intimate with you. These rings are proof of my love. Deep down, I’ll never reject your touch. I promise I’ll overcome this shit.”

I had respected his boundaries, never pushing him to do more than he was comfortable with. But then, at that bachelor party, I watched him take a sip from Chloe’s glass as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Not even a flicker of hesitation.

When Chloe caught me staring at the glass, she turned to me with an innocent smile, “Miss Sterling, don’t read too much into it. Sometimes we’re in meetings for hours, and we all share water bottles. It’s just habit, you know? You don’t mind, right?”

Before I could respond, someone grabbed my arm, pulling me into their conversation.

“Come on, this little thing? Miss Sterling wouldn’t even blink. You’re seriously underestimating her.”

“Miss Sterling this, Miss Sterling that.” They kept referring to me as “Miss Sterling,” subtly pushing me out of their circle while placing me on a pedestal. As if I cared about their opinions, I just looked like some jealous, untrusting bitch.

But how could I not mind?

That night, when I confronted Alexander about it, he looked embarrassed and offered a half-hearted apology, promising to be more careful next time. Now, in hindsight, those were all lies. He wanted the Sterling family’s support and his little sweetheart. What a dream scenario for him.

Evelyn knocked and entered my office, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Ms. Sterling, Mr. Richard Montgomery is on line one. Should I put him through?”

I glanced down at the flashing name on the phone, a sense of dread washing over me.

“How much?” I asked, my voice steady.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify