The Wedding That Wasn't

The Wedding That Wasn't

Gavin

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Victoria Hayes, heiress of the New York Hayes family, was poised to marry Ethan Miller. For four years, I' d meticulously molded him from a broke university kid into a successful entrepreneur. He was my creation, meant to be a living echo of Julian Vance, my first love, tragically lost. But on the eve of our wedding, a chilling overheard conversation shattered my perfectly constructed world. I discovered Ethan, his pathologically obsessive ex Chloe, and even his family, were plotting my public humiliation at the altar. His whispered "Alright. I'll do it" twisted my stomach, revealing the man I' d idealized was a cheap, cruel fake. He later abandoned me during a fire alarm, grabbing Chloe first, leaving me trampled and injured. I overheard him confess he "despised" me, viewing me only as a controlling ATM. The agonizing pain wasn't for him, but for my wasted years and his utter contempt. How could I have been so foolish, investing so much in such a calculating fraud? I wasn't a victim; I was furious, utterly betrayed, and finally, free. My illusion shattered, my resolve hardened, and I calmly called my mother: "Cancel the wedding. I'm coming to London." Tomorrow, I' d depart, not as a jilted bride, but as the architect of his public downfall. My path now clear, I was ready for a new life unfettered by shadows or substitutes.

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Victoria Hayes, heiress of the New York Hayes family, was poised to marry Ethan Miller.

For four years, I' d meticulously molded him from a broke university kid into a successful entrepreneur.

He was my creation, meant to be a living echo of Julian Vance, my first love, tragically lost.

But on the eve of our wedding, a chilling overheard conversation shattered my perfectly constructed world.

I discovered Ethan, his pathologically obsessive ex Chloe, and even his family, were plotting my public humiliation at the altar.

His whispered "Alright. I'll do it" twisted my stomach, revealing the man I' d idealized was a cheap, cruel fake.

He later abandoned me during a fire alarm, grabbing Chloe first, leaving me trampled and injured.

I overheard him confess he "despised" me, viewing me only as a controlling ATM.

The agonizing pain wasn't for him, but for my wasted years and his utter contempt.

How could I have been so foolish, investing so much in such a calculating fraud?

I wasn't a victim; I was furious, utterly betrayed, and finally, free.

My illusion shattered, my resolve hardened, and I calmly called my mother: "Cancel the wedding. I'm coming to London."

Tomorrow, I' d depart, not as a jilted bride, but as the architect of his public downfall.

My path now clear, I was ready for a new life unfettered by shadows or substitutes.

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