#Chapter 158: The Original Bride

Ella POV The image of Alexander's wedding photo from the original timeline flashed vividly in my mind. The beautiful woman standing beside him, her bright smile radiating joy, was the same woman standing before me now—Fiona. Fiona was talking, laughing, her voice warm and polite, just as it had been all along. But I couldn’t hear her words. All I could hear was the thunderous pounding of my own heartbeat, far too loud, far too fast. Heat surged through me, boiling anger washing over every inch of my skin. My stomach twisted, and the realization struck like a blow—I was jealous. Intensely, painfully jealous. Was Alexander waiting for his chance to marry Fiona? Had my proposed deal been the only thing standing in his way? If that was true, why hadn’t he rejected the deal outright? The answer was obvious—he needed me to help him become king. Of course, he wouldn’t refuse. But my thoughts refused to settle. There was nothing between us—or so I told myself. The