What was supposed to be the happiest day of my life turned into a nightmare I would never forget. One moment, I was a bride-to-be, dreaming of my perfect wedding, and the next, I was an uninvited guest, crashing the event for revenge. But as it turned out, karma beat me to it.
Ethan made me feel like the luckiest woman alive.
From the moment I met him two years ago, I thought I had found my forever. He was charming, funny, and had a way of making me feel like the most special person in the world. When he proposed seven months ago, I thought my fairytale was coming true. I had no idea I’d never actually walk down the aisle with him.
One of the things I loved most about Ethan was how involved he was in planning our wedding. We chose every detail together—the elegant banquet hall with its lush garden, the cascading white roses, the delicate fairy lights. We even went to cake tastings and picked the song for our first dance as husband and wife. Every moment felt magical, like something straight out of a dream.
Until it all fell apart.
It was a regular Wednesday. I had left work early, excited to surprise Ethan with his favorite takeout—just a small way to show him how much I loved him. I let myself into his apartment, already picturing the look of delight on his face when he saw me standing there with burgers and fries.
But the moment I stepped inside, I knew something was wrong.
A woman’s coat was draped over the back of a chair. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe he had a visitor—a coworker, a friend? But then I heard soft laughter coming from the bedroom, and my stomach twisted into knots.
I moved toward the door, my legs suddenly feeling like lead. My hands shook as I reached for the knob, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I pushed the door open.
There, tangled in the sheets, was Ethan.
With my sister, Lauren.
For a moment, time stopped. My brain refused to process what I was seeing. My sister—my own flesh and blood—was in bed with the man I was supposed to marry in just one month.
Lauren gasped and scrambled to cover herself, her face turning pale. But Ethan? He just sat up, running a hand through his hair, looking completely unbothered.
“Wait,” I choked out, my voice barely more than a whisper. “What the hell is this?”
Ethan sighed, as if I was the one being unreasonable. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”
“Find out what?!” I shrieked. “That you’re a cheating liar?! That my own sister betrayed me?!”
Lauren kept her eyes down, clutching the sheets to her chest, silent. But Ethan? He looked me right in the eye and said, “I love her.”
His words knocked the air from my lungs. I wanted him to deny it, to tell me it was all a mistake, but instead, he looked relieved—like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. I couldn’t believe this was the same man I had dreamed of spending my life with.
“You love her?” My voice cracked. “Then why the hell did you propose to me?!”
He exhaled like he was explaining something painfully obvious. “I thought I loved you. But things changed. Lauren and I… we’ve been seeing each other for a while.”
For a while.
My stomach churned. This wasn’t some one-time mistake. They had been sneaking around behind my back for who knows how long. I turned to Lauren, my so-called sister. “How could you do this to me?!”
She finally spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, sis.”
A bitter laugh escaped me. “Didn’t mean for it to happen? You didn’t just trip and fall into his bed, Lauren!”
Ethan stood up, wrapping an arm around her like they were the victims. “Look, I get that you’re hurt, but we didn’t want to keep lying to you.”
“Oh, you didn’t want to keep lying? That’s rich!” My hands clenched into fists as rage boiled inside me. Without another word, I turned and stormed out, my heart shattering with every step.
I thought that was the worst part. I was wrong.
A few days later, my parents called me over to talk. I had been drowning in heartbreak, barely holding myself together. My friends and bridesmaids had been my rock, but my parents? I hadn’t heard from them. Foolishly, I thought they were reaching out to support me.
Instead, I walked into an ambush.
“We understand you’re upset,” my mom began, her voice patronizing.
“But Ethan and Lauren are in love,” my dad added. “You wouldn’t want to stand in the way of true love, would you?”
I stared at them, stunned. “True love? Are you serious?!”
Mom sighed. “Sweetheart, you’ve always been independent. You’ll move on. But Lauren… she needs stability. And Ethan makes her happy.”
I felt like I was drowning. “So, what? You’re just replacing me with her? Pretending like none of this happened?”
“We’re not taking sides,” Dad insisted, though it was clear they already had.
And then, the final blow.
“They’re still having the wedding,” Mom said. “Lauren will be the bride.”
I blinked. “You can’t be serious.”
“The venue is already paid for,” she reasoned, as if that made this betrayal acceptable.
I shot to my feet, my chair screeching against the floor. “Unbelievable.”
“We’d like you to be happy for them,” Dad said.
I laughed, cold and bitter. “You actually expect me to celebrate this?!”
I walked out and never looked back. When the wedding day arrived, I wasn’t invited. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to be there. I planned to sneak in, wait for the officiant to ask for objections, and then expose them both in front of everyone.
But when I arrived at the venue, something was off. There was no music, no joy—only a heavy silence. Guests stood frozen. At the front of the room, police officers moved through the crowd.
“What’s going on?” I asked an officer.
Before he could answer, I spotted Lauren in her wedding dress, sobbing. My parents sat in stunned silence.
But Ethan? He was nowhere to be seen.
The officer sighed. “We came to arrest the groom, but he wasn’t here. He was caught at the bus station trying to flee town.”
“What?!”
“He’s a con artist. He’s done this before—to three other women. He stole the wedding gifts, deposits, decorations, and as much money as he could.”
Shock crashed over me. My parents sat frozen, and Lauren sobbed at the altar, abandoned. And for the first time in weeks, I smiled.
As the guests left, an officer approached me. “You dodged a bullet.”
I exhaled. “Yeah. Guess I did.”
He smiled. “Want to grab a coffee sometime? With someone who isn’t a criminal?”
I looked at his name tag—Officer Matt. And for the first time, I felt hope.
That was a year ago.
Tomorrow? I’m marrying him.
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