Abandoned Bride, Avenged Heart

Abandoned Bride, Avenged Heart

Gavin

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The day I was supposed to get married, my world shattered. Headlines screamed: "Tech Mogul Liam Vance Dies in Fiery Car Crash." My white wedding dress hung unused, replaced by black. The world saw tragedy, but quickly, their grief turned into venom aimed solely at me. "She was probably a gold digger anyway." "Maybe she drove him to it." The whispers followed me, sympathy curdling into suspicion, especially once my pregnancy became known. Then, at his memorial, I saw him. A man identical to Liam, his cousin Daniel, their resemblance unsettlingly perfect. I overheard a conversation that obliterated my reality. "I never really liked Ava, that struggling architect," Liam's mother hissed, "But she\'s carrying your child. Was it worth faking your death and putting on such a show for that B-list influencer?" My fiancé wasn't dead. He had orchestrated his own demise, abandoned me, left me to a public firing squad, all for some woman named Chloe. His parents were complicit, their support nothing but a calculated act to secure their heir. The rage was a fire, burning away my grief. They thought I was resilient, a pawn to be discarded after I served my purpose. They had no idea who they were dealing with. I stumbled out, sending a message to a distant relative: "I\'ve made up my decision. Give me a month. I\'m willing to dedicate my life to humanitarian work, serving those in need for generations." A reply came instantly. "This path requires you to sever all worldly ties. You will become a vessel for a greater purpose. Are you prepared for that sacrifice?" My past was a lie, my future stolen. "Yes," I typed back. "I am."

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The day I was supposed to get married, my world shattered.

Headlines screamed: "Tech Mogul Liam Vance Dies in Fiery Car Crash."

My white wedding dress hung unused, replaced by black.

The world saw tragedy, but quickly, their grief turned into venom aimed solely at me.

"She was probably a gold digger anyway."

"Maybe she drove him to it."

The whispers followed me, sympathy curdling into suspicion, especially once my pregnancy became known.

Then, at his memorial, I saw him.

A man identical to Liam, his cousin Daniel, their resemblance unsettlingly perfect.

I overheard a conversation that obliterated my reality.

"I never really liked Ava, that struggling architect," Liam's mother hissed, "But she\'s carrying your child. Was it worth faking your death and putting on such a show for that B-list influencer?"

My fiancé wasn't dead.

He had orchestrated his own demise, abandoned me, left me to a public firing squad, all for some woman named Chloe.

His parents were complicit, their support nothing but a calculated act to secure their heir.

The rage was a fire, burning away my grief.

They thought I was resilient, a pawn to be discarded after I served my purpose.

They had no idea who they were dealing with.

I stumbled out, sending a message to a distant relative: "I\'ve made up my decision. Give me a month. I\'m willing to dedicate my life to humanitarian work, serving those in need for generations."

A reply came instantly. "This path requires you to sever all worldly ties. You will become a vessel for a greater purpose. Are you prepared for that sacrifice?"

My past was a lie, my future stolen.

"Yes," I typed back. "I am."

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