Planning My Cheating Ex-Husband's Wedding

Chapter 5 No.5

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, quiet withdrawal was a variable he hadn't accounted for. I could see the fe

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her," he complained. "She's like

at Caroline Harrison said, but when Alex s

n portfolios-my first step in planning my own escape-

touched my li

ticed, theatrical panic. "Emily! Oh, thank God. It

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as their next move. And I was

imitation of a terrified wife. "What? O

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as overdone, too dramatic.

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to my jacket pocket. Then, I sent a quick text to a single con

b my keys and race

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waiting room and saw her immediately. Caroline Harrison, pacin

me, grabbing my hands. Her own were cold

were looking past her, down the cor

as standi

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“On the night of our luxurious Las Vegas honeymoon, I thought I was the happiest bride alive. Then his phone lit up with a text from a woman named Jessica. "Last night was incredible, Alex. I'm so proud of you for finally getting rid of her." I dug into his phone and discovered they had been together for months, and his mother had been helping them hide it. Less than 72 hours after our wedding, Alex staged a minor car crash and faked amnesia. Lying in the hospital bed with Jessica holding his hand, he looked right at me. "I'm sorry... who are you? Do I know you?" His family used this pathetic farce to frame me as the villain, driving me out of the hospital. By the time I got back to San Francisco, they had changed the locks and dumped my belongings on the street like garbage. I had poured my heart into building a perfect life with him, only to realize I was just a pawn in their cruel, collective joke. The betrayal and public humiliation were suffocating. But I didn't give them the satisfaction of a hysterical scene. I gathered my evidence and filed for an annulment, legally erasing our marriage as if it never happened. Then, I adopted a pseudonym and became the city's most powerful event planner. When Alex was forced to hire me to plan his new wedding with Jessica, I smiled and took the contract.”