Planning My Cheating Ex-Husband's Wedding

Chapter 7 No.7

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y were waiting for me to break. To scream, to cry, to protest. To pl

e upset. The doctor said his memory might come back in time." It was an offer of a b

de, her eyes gleaming. She was sa

expression carefully blank, waiting for

one with th

ssica's smug one, and finally to the man in

ly spoke, was calm and

said, my tone even, "then

was as if I had thrown a grenade

confusion on his face froze, repla

smile faltered. This

less, the condescending words

each my eyes. "Mr. Harrison," I said, the formal address a deliberate cut.

words sink in. "I wish

cknowledge her would be to give her a power

nd gave a polite, dismis

ard the door, my spine straight, my steps measured

re remembering the role he was supposed to be playing. A wave of irritation and a feeling I

a fight, tears, a messy scene she could manage. Sh

used, my hand on the hand

oud enough for them all to hear. "I have a ha

losing it softly behind me, shutting them

inally allowed myself to breathe. My lungs burned. My hand in m

ar escaped and s

n I used to be. The naive, trusting fo

n that hos

ace, someone

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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.”