Betrayal In White Roses

Betrayal In White Roses

Gavin

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My engagement party was supposed to be the culmination of seven years of love with Liam Miller, a public declaration before we started our lives as husband and wife. The room was filled with our closest friends and family, everything perfect, down to the white roses and the soft string quartet. But then, the video montage Liam prepared – a journey through our relationship – flickered. It cut to a sterile hospital room where Liam cradled a newborn baby with a tender joy I hadn't seen in years. Then the camera panned, revealing his assistant, Sarah Jenkins, in the hospital bed, wearing an engagement ring identical to mine. A collective gasp swept through the room as the music died, leaving deafening silence. Liam rushed to my side, whispering, "Chloe, calm down. Don't make a scene," before gaslighting everyone, calling it a "technical glitch" and dismissing my shock as "emotional." My world imploded. I stood there, humiliated, watching him protect her at my expense. The anger was cold and sharp as I walked to the stage, announcing, "It seems there's been a happy surprise. I wasn't aware we were celebrating two families tonight." I held up my hand, then pointed to Sarah, saying, "It seems Liam is a man of great generosity. So generous, in fact, that he's given out two of the same ring." I slid my diamond ring off and placed it on the tablecloth, telling him, "I wish you and Sarah double happiness. You clearly deserve each other." As I turned to leave, Liam grabbed my arm in the hallway, raging, "What the hell was that, Chloe? You humiliated me!" "You humiliated yourself, Liam," I retorted, realizing this wasn't just a betrayal; it was years of hidden lies. Back at our penthouse, a text from Sarah arrived with a photo of her wearing my custom-designed star-map bracelet-the one Liam was supposed to give me for my birthday next month. Her text read: "He says some things are just meant for the right person. Thanks for the design, Chloe. It's beautiful." The calculated cruelty of it stole the air from my lungs. Then Liam returned, offering a diamond necklace I' d seen on Sarah, trying to dismiss everything as "one mistake." He still didn't see it. He still chose her. After he left to care for their sick baby, my phone buzzed again with more texts from Sarah: screenshots revealing years of his lies-missed birthdays, fake business trips-all spent building a family with her. And then, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I was pregnant. Two months along. Our own happy surprise. The baby. Our baby felt like a part of his deception. I couldn' t tie myself to him, to this pain. The decision made itself: I would cut him out of my life completely.

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My engagement party was supposed to be the culmination of seven years of love with Liam Miller, a public declaration before we started our lives as husband and wife.

The room was filled with our closest friends and family, everything perfect, down to the white roses and the soft string quartet.

But then, the video montage Liam prepared – a journey through our relationship – flickered.

It cut to a sterile hospital room where Liam cradled a newborn baby with a tender joy I hadn't seen in years.

Then the camera panned, revealing his assistant, Sarah Jenkins, in the hospital bed, wearing an engagement ring identical to mine.

A collective gasp swept through the room as the music died, leaving deafening silence.

Liam rushed to my side, whispering, "Chloe, calm down. Don't make a scene," before gaslighting everyone, calling it a "technical glitch" and dismissing my shock as "emotional."

My world imploded.

I stood there, humiliated, watching him protect her at my expense.

The anger was cold and sharp as I walked to the stage, announcing, "It seems there's been a happy surprise. I wasn't aware we were celebrating two families tonight."

I held up my hand, then pointed to Sarah, saying, "It seems Liam is a man of great generosity. So generous, in fact, that he's given out two of the same ring."

I slid my diamond ring off and placed it on the tablecloth, telling him, "I wish you and Sarah double happiness. You clearly deserve each other."

As I turned to leave, Liam grabbed my arm in the hallway, raging, "What the hell was that, Chloe? You humiliated me!"

"You humiliated yourself, Liam," I retorted, realizing this wasn't just a betrayal; it was years of hidden lies.

Back at our penthouse, a text from Sarah arrived with a photo of her wearing my custom-designed star-map bracelet-the one Liam was supposed to give me for my birthday next month.

Her text read: "He says some things are just meant for the right person. Thanks for the design, Chloe. It's beautiful."

The calculated cruelty of it stole the air from my lungs.

Then Liam returned, offering a diamond necklace I' d seen on Sarah, trying to dismiss everything as "one mistake."

He still didn't see it. He still chose her.

After he left to care for their sick baby, my phone buzzed again with more texts from Sarah: screenshots revealing years of his lies-missed birthdays, fake business trips-all spent building a family with her.

And then, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I was pregnant. Two months along. Our own happy surprise.

The baby. Our baby felt like a part of his deception.

I couldn' t tie myself to him, to this pain.

The decision made itself: I would cut him out of my life completely.

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