His Madness Her Marriage

Six years of my life, six years of unwavering devotion, all shattered in an instant.

My fiancé, Mark, stood on a brightly lit stage, his arm wrapped around my supposed best friend, Tiffany, proudly announcing their engagement.

My presence was mandatory, a cruel reminder of my indentured servitude at his company.

He spotted me, his smile vanishing, and his voice, laced with contempt, cut through the applause, ordering me to prepare serving trays.

A wave of humiliation washed over me as I stumbled, nearly falling at his feet, only to be met with his ugly laugh and a sneer from Tiffany.

I forced a brittle smile, offered them wishes for eternal happiness, and then turned away, my resignation already processed, my freedom merely hours away.

But my escape was brutally cut short.

A blinding pain exploded at the back of my head, and I awoke tied to a chair in a dark room.

Dave, Mark' s slimy friend, emerged from the shadows, his touch reptilian as he confessed his twisted desire and revealed a chilling truth: Mark himself had orchestrated my abduction, wanting me "taught a lesson."

My heart plummeted into an icy abyss as Mark' s cold, ruthless voice played from a voice recorder, confirming his betrayal, accusing me of hurting Tiffany.