Paige’s sister snatches her fiancé, and treachery isn’t enough; she wants to celebrate her small victory. A year later, an invitation arrives. Erica is getting married to the man she took, and she wants Paige to go.
However, Erica is unaware that Paige has a plan. And before the night is up, the bride’s ideal day will be ruined. I wasn’t supposed to be at this wedding.
That much was clear from the sideways glances and murmured remarks I received as I walked across the massive hall. I will admit that the wedding setup was spectacular. Erica had taken her time setting the atmosphere with gold and ivory tones.
The guests had arrived in their pricey gowns and tuxedos. Everything was beautiful. However, no amount of elegance could hide the rot beneath the surface.
It wasn’t just any wedding. It was her wedding.
Erica.
My younger sister.
My parents’ golden child. The one who received everything on a silver platter while I worked hard for every success I had. And now?
She had taken the only thing that was supposed to be mine. Stan. Stan had been my fiance.
He’d been my future. He was the man I loved and trusted until one night, when I returned home early from work and discovered them intertwined in our bed. I still recall how he froze, his face twisted with shame.
As for my sister? She had just smirked, her voice full of smug delight. “I won, Paige,” she had said simply.
“Checkmate.”
A month later, the wedding I had spent over a year organizing was canceled, with all vendors attempting to keep my deposits. So what about Erica and Stan? They no longer needed to sneak about.
They were now an official couple. After that, I left town for a few weeks, staying in various motels and working remotely. I tried to put everything behind me, and I eventually succeeded.
When I was ready, I moved back in and acquired myself a kitten.
Then the invitation arrived.
And now, a year later, here I was, standing in the midst of their celebration, invited just as a witness to their alleged win. I bet my parents compelled her to invite me.
If Erica had her way, she would not have invited me. Perhaps she would just gloat. She was as vicious as they get.
But Erica had no idea, and no one knew, that I wasn’t here tonight to mourn my loss. I was here to ensure that Erica never forgot what she had done to me. And she’d never forget the surprise I had prepared for her wedding celebration.
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