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During my birthday celebration, my partner unexpectedly revealed his impending nuptials to another woman, shocking everyone at the company gathering. I maintained my composure, refraining from tears or outbursts. Instead, I discreetly sought him out, longing for answers. However, what I accidentally discovered was far more distressing than I could have anticipated.
I caught snippets of his conversation with a companion in the corridor.
"Don't you think Lenore will be devastated by this news?" the friend inquired with concern.
Daniel exhaled, responding pragmatically, "What other options do I have? If I don't wed Grace, her relatives will compel her to marry an unfamiliar man. I can't allow that to happen."
The friend paused before continuing, "But what about Lenore... you've been together for so long. Doesn't that hold any significance?"
Daniel's soft laugh, once a source of comfort, now felt like a harsh rebuke. "Lenore has been by my side for eight years. It's common knowledge. What alternative does she have but to wait for me?"
Every statement felt like a painful blow to my heart. Eight years of devotion, endurance, and steadfast backing—and this was his perception of me? As someone without any other prospects?
Subsequently, my relatives arranged an introduction with a potential suitor they deemed more appropriate. A gentleman from the prominent Cortez Family. The day I was set to marry this stranger coincided with Daniel's wedding to Grace.
As Daniel's wedding day drew near, he couldn't shake off a feeling of disquiet. Something seemed amiss. He instructed his groomsmen to remain vigilant, concerned that I might disrupt the ceremony.
One of them hesitated before revealing, "Haven't you heard? Lenore is also getting married today."

The Betrayed Bride's Revenge Wedding

Daniel marched out of the shop, cradling Grace, his footsteps resolute and determined. Had he looked up, he would have seen the surveillance cameras recording every second of their passionate exchange.


The fashion designer, nervously shifting her weight, paused before asking, "Ms. McLaughlin, shall I intervene and clarify the situation to him?"


I offered a faint, appreciative grin. "That won't be required."


It was preferable to conclude matters this way. At times, it's wiser to leave words unspoken, allowing the remaining connections to unravel and dissolve entirely.


The days passed swiftly. In what seemed like no time at all, my wedding day arrived. It also marked the first encounter with my husband-to-be.


Frederick Cortez was far more attractive than Daniel. His remarkably elegant features exuded a certain detachment, an air of inaccessibility. Yet when he looked at me, there was a gentleness—subtle, but undeniable.


At that instant, a sense of doubt about the future crept in, muddling my thoughts.


Frederick appeared to sense my uncertainty. His tone was composed and reassuring as he said, "Don't fret, I'm well-versed in all of this. Just follow my lead and you'll be alright."


With skilled finesse, he navigated me through the protocols: welcoming his relatives, taking part in the tea ritual. His composure and elegance set me at ease—he expertly managed every situation, never once making me feel out of place.


When it was time to enter the wedding vehicle, his attentiveness persisted. He ensured everything was in order, making sure I was comfortable before getting in himself. As the car's motor started, the tension that had gripped my chest began to dissipate.


Simultaneously, in a different wedding car, Daniel couldn't conceal his restlessness. It was his wedding day, yet there had been no communication from me—not a single text, no updates. His phone seemed permanently attached to his hand as he repeatedly checked his notifications.


Upon reaching the hotel, the disquiet in his chest had become unbearable. He surveyed the bustling wedding venue, his mind in turmoil. Turning to his groomsmen, he issued a stern command.


"Ensure Lenore doesn't appear here to create a scene."


His order was met with a suppressed chuckle from one of the groomsmen.


"Take it easy, Daniel," he said, smirking. "Lenore won't be disrupting your wedding—she's occupied with her own. She's tying the knot today as well. Right about now, she's likely in the midst of the ceremony at another hotel."


Chapter 7