Planning My Cheating Ex-Husband's Wedding

Chapter 6 No.6

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Caroline's grasp, my

tiny, triumphant smile played on her lips before she expertly repla

spital room opened and a doct

act with me and rushed to him. "Doc

ional sympathy. "Mr. Harrison is stable. He sustained a blow to the head, and while there

course. How predictable. Ho

ontinued. "You can go in, but

ctor and into the room. They physically shouldered me

closing around the phone in my pocket. Th

wrapped around his head, a perfect prop. His face was pale, h

hand, her face a mask of tear-streaked devotion

side, stroking his hair. "

of faint, groggy recognition on his face. Then, his

m seemed to ho

splay of confusion. He looked at me as if I were a co

as quiet, but it cut throug

who are you? D

augh out loud. The anger that had been simmering inside

e, panicked eyes. "Doctor, you see? He doesn't

ssic presentation of post-traumatic selective amnesia," he announced with grave authority. "It

air, thick and poisonous. *I

a tissue, her gaze on me filled

for doctor-had created a perfect, airtight narrative. They were casti

m as he held Jessica's hand, as he soaked up his

en I f

s than half a second long. A flash of calculation. Of relief. It was the look of

uffering fr

king it.

st ember of the woman who had loved him, was e

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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.”