One Dollar Bride My Wedding Day Betrayal
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On Valentine's Day, Phyllis Harding's wedding to Irvin Floyd becomes a public nightmare. Instead of a traditional blessing, her new mother-in-law hands her a single dollar coin, while showering Irvin's childhood sweetheart with a lavish gift. After being publicly told to know her place, Phyllis walks out of her own reception and flees to Dali. Now, as a desperate Irvin floods her guesthouse with frantic calls, Phyllis has no intention of answering until she spends her single dollar.
One Dollar Bride My Wedding Day Betrayal Summary
On Valentine's Day, Phyllis Harding's wedding to Irvin Floyd becomes a public nightmare. Instead of a traditional blessing, her new mother-in-law hands her a single dollar coin, while showering Irvin's childhood sweetheart with a lavish gift. After being publicly told to know her place, Phyllis walks out of her own reception and flees to Dali. Now, as a desperate Irvin floods her guesthouse with frantic calls, Phyllis has no intention of answering until she spends her single dollar.
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One Dollar Bride My Wedding Day Betrayal Chapter 1
February 14th. Valentine's Day. The day I married Irvin Floyd.
The moment the officiant called for the tea ceremony, I knelt respectfully and offered a cup to my new mother-in-law. "Mom," I said, the word still unfamiliar on my tongue.
She reached into her pocket and pressed something into my palm.
A single dollar coin. Not even wrapped in a red envelope.
Before I could react, a lilting voice cut through the silence. Irvin's childhood sweetheart glided up to Mrs. Floyd, a glass of juice in her delicate hands, her smile sweet as poisoned honey.
"Auntie, let me wish you good fortune too! May your new daughter-in-law be filial, and may everything go your way this year."
Mrs. Floyd's face split into a grin so wide her eyes nearly disappeared. She stuffed a thick red envelope into Antonia Gilbert's hands—thick enough that every guest in the room could see its weight.
"Such a good girl! Here's a little New Year's gift from Auntie. Consider it good luck from the wedding."
The officiant stepped forward, ready to smooth things over, but Mrs. Floyd snatched the microphone first.
"The Floyd family marries for sincerity, not money."
She turned to look at me, her smile never wavering.
"Phyllis Harding is a sensible girl. I'm sure she'll learn to be tolerant, to avoid pettiness, to endure the ordinary days, and to know her place."
Ten seconds of silence.
Then I smiled—a real smile—and bowed deeply to every guest in the room.
"Thank you for the guidance, Mom."
I straightened. Said nothing else. Turned and walked out of the banquet hall.
My maid of honor rushed after me, her eyes already red. "Phyllis! The wedding isn't over yet—is this really okay?"
"It's perfect timing," I said, still smiling.
The flight landed in Dali four hours later.
I'd barely settled into my guesthouse when the owner knocked on my door, his expression apologetic.
"Miss, there's a Mr. Floyd who keeps calling. He says he'll pay ten times the room rate if you'll just answer the phone. Says it's urgent—something about the wedding."
I laughed softly.
"Tell him I haven't finished spending that dollar yet."
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When she'd dropped that coin into my palm, every pair of eyes in the room had found me. Pity. Amusement. My maid of honor had squeezed my hand, her face tight with worry.
Meanwhile, Antonia was already tearing open her red envelope, pulling out crisp bills.
Five stacks. Fifty thousand dollars.
"Oh my god, Auntie!" She threw her arms around Mrs. Floyd's neck and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you so much! You're too good to me!"
Then she turned to me, waving the envelope, her chin lifted in triumph. The smugness in her eyes didn't even pretend to hide.
"Phyllis, it's just a red envelope. You're not going to be petty about it, are you?"
Irvin rushed over and swatted the back of her head with exaggerated affection. "What are you saying? You think your Phyllis would be that small-minded?"
Then he grabbed my arm and leaned in close, his voice dropping to a murmur.
"Babe, Mom just wanted it to be symbolic. You know—'one heart, one mind.' She actually went to the bank specifically to pick out the newest coin they had."
The officiant tried again to intervene, but Mrs. Floyd waved him off and seized the microphone. Her gaze settled on me with unmistakable meaning.
"Today, Phyllis and Irvin are married, and as his mother, I couldn't be happier. We're family now, and family is about sincerity—not money."
Her smile sharpened.
"Now that Phyllis is part of the Floyd family, she'll need to learn to be a proper wife. To be tolerant. To avoid keeping score. Family means enduring the quiet days without making a fuss over every little thing."
Every word was an icicle, thin and sharp, sliding between my ribs.
Don't keep score meant swallow it when I favor Antonia. Be tolerant meant look the other way while she flirts with your husband under your roof.
Scattered applause rippled through the room. But the stares—pitying, entertained—only grew thicker.
Antonia leaned against Mrs. Floyd's shoulder and let out a laugh she didn't bother to suppress.
The way she looked at me, I might as well have been a circus act.
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One Dollar Bride My Wedding Day Betrayal of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4
Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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