Before my wedding, I still believed I was the luckiest woman alive. By the time I reached the altar the next day, I realized I barely knew the man waiting for me there.
The night before my wedding to Oliver, everything felt perfect. But just hours away from marrying the man I thought was the love of my life, his phone buzzed. My fiancé was in the bathroom, trimming his beard and humming, when his phone screen lit up.
It was a message from “Seamstress,” and, thinking something urgent had come up about his suit, I opened it.
But my entire future cracked open in my hands.
His phone screen lit up.
“Babe, I can’t believe you’re actually marrying HER,” the message read. “I know you have to keep your image, but tomorrow, 8:15 p.m., after the cake, bathroom booth #1. I’ll be waiting.🔥”
The contact name wasn’t the seamstress; it was clearly a mistress!
I clicked on the number, recognized it immediately, and froze.
It was his stepsister, Madison!
It was clearly a mistress!
My stomach folded in on itself, and tears blurred everything. I felt filthy just standing there.
Oliver hummed inside the bathroom.
“Oliver?” I whispered before taking screenshots.
I don’t remember leaving the room, but the next thing I knew, I was stumbling into the hallway.
I felt filthy just standing there.
***
My heels slipped on the polished wooden floor. I pressed my hand to my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
“What happened?”
My head jerked up to find Diane, Oliver’s mother, standing at the end of the hallway. She looked worried.
“I…” My voice cracked. “I found something.”
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