He Proposed With Prop Money

My Thanksgiving engagement party was supposed to be the start of my perfect life. My fiancé, Ethan, beamed, arm around me, announcing our future to millions of live-stream followers. He presented a shimmering "10-carat" diamond and a suitcase supposedly stuffed with $250,000 cash, a dream come true. But days later, that dream shattered. I walked into our new apartment and found him with Chloe, my best friend, my maid of honor. They weren' t even sorry. The "engagement gift" cash? Mostly prop money, "FOR MOTION PICTURE USE ONLY" stamped on the bills. Then they flipped the script. They screamed I was the thief, that I' d swapped the money. Their brutal social media campaign painted me as a gold digger, a liar. Legal fees bankrupted me, friends vanished. The world turned its back. Anxiety became my shadow. In a desolate, snow-covered parking lot, Ethan' s radicalized fans, convinced I had destroyed their idol, emerged from the swirling snow. The last thing I felt was the cold, then a sharp, searing pain, then nothing. A life unjustly stolen, a future erased by a con artist and a betrayer. I woke with a gasp, heart hammering. Sunlight streamed through my old bedroom window. The date on my phone: Thanksgiving morning. The day of the engagement party. The trauma was real, but so was the second chance. This time, I wouldn't be the victim. This time, they would pay.