Betrayed At The Altar, Married For Revenge

us. For a moment, I didn't understand what I was looking at. Then it registered. A live broadcast. From the wedding hall. My wedding. My fingers tightened instinctively at my sides as

in the same breath. Adrian watched me for a moment longer, as if confirming something. Then he nodded once. "Good," he said. "Now we can move forward." I tore my eyes away from the screen. "What do we do?" A faint smile touched his lips, but there was nothing warm about it. "We don't react," he said. I frowned. "What?" "We don't react emotionally," he clarified. "We respond strategically." My patience tightened slightly. "They just replaced me at my own wedding and you're telling me to stay calm?" "Yes." The simplicity of his answer forced me to pause. "Because if you act now," he continued, "you lose control. And once you lose control, you lose the advantage." I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to listen. "To win," he added, "you have to understand where to strike." My gaze shifted back to the screen for a brief moment, watching the celebration unfold as if nothing had happened. "And where is that?" I asked. Adrian's eyes darkened slightly. "Their future." A chill ran down my spine. Before I could ask more, he turned to the maid. "Cancel tomorrow's meeting," he said. "Yes, sir." "Prepare a press release." The maid hesitated slightly. "What kind of release, sir?" Adrian looked back at me, his expression calm but calculating. "Announce our marriage." My breath caught. "What?" He stepped closer, his presence steady, controlled. "By tomorrow morning, the narrative changes," he said. "You're no longer the woman who was abandoned at the altar." His gaze held mine. "You're the woman who walked away." "And married someone else immediately?" I asked. "That's what they'll see," he replied. The logic was clear. Too clear. "They'll think I moved on overnight," I said. "They already think you betrayed him," Adrian said calmly. "Your reputation is already damaged. This gives you control of the story again." I hesitated. Because he was right. Because this wasn't about what