My Wedding, Her Ex

Chapter 3

Word Count: 649 | Released on: 30/06/2025

a relief after the cloying atmosphere of our house. I lay on the b

ke concern. "Ethan, where are you? I woke up and you were g

ace," I said, my voice

s?" She sounded close to tear

t of my things. She was there, waiting. She tried to hug me, to wrap hersel

Chloe,

. "What's wrong,

" I said, moving past

ntly wrapped box on her vanity. It was

" she asked,

aid. "For our

, confused. "But

you to open it on our origin

, her brow furrowed in

d begin its slideshow at exactly 2:00 PM on our wedding day, the time our ceremony was supposed to start. It contained every text m

ady posting about her "new" engagement. There was a picture of her and Daniel, their faces close together. She was wearing a new ring.

l in on it. Her whole circle of friends kn

overly friendly to me, sent me a message. "Hey Ethan! So sorry

's great. I just saw the pics of her and Daniel.

was typing and deleting. Finally, a message came t

I typed back. "The engagement an

ack to Jessica's page. The post was gone. They were trying to cov

her voice frantic. "Ethan, what did y

er on your engagement t

about," she stammered. "Daniel is just an old

fortless for her. I

otion. "Whatever you say." I hung up the pho

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“My wedding day was set, my music career soaring, and I was about to marry the woman I loved more than anything. Then, a data alert exposed thousands of international calls on my fiancée Chloe' s phone, followed by a hushed conversation in my driveway. "Daniel, I told you, I\'m handling it," she whispered, her voice laced with a tenderness I thought was reserved for me. "He doesn\'t suspect a thing. Yes, the wedding will be on the same day. Our wedding." My world shattered. She was planning to marry her ex, Daniel-the same day, same venue, same guests. The betrayal was a physical blow, leaving me gasping on the floor, my heart threatening to give out. The thought of being the city' s laughingstock, the pathetic musician left at the altar, twisted something inside me. The humiliation burned hotter than any rage. No. I wouldn't let that happen. A cold, hard resolve settled over me. She wanted a wedding on that day? Fine. There would be a wedding. My wedding. And I knew just the forgotten family pact to make it happen.”