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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

I chuckled at his reply and showed my agreement with a nod.


As I exited the building, I spotted Daniel waiting by the entrance. His eyes lit up with anticipation upon seeing me. His face was a picture of desperation, and his voice quivered with barely contained emotion.


"Lenore, you've finally come to meet me," he uttered, his voice breaking as if he'd achieved some sort of victory. "I knew you couldn't stay away from me."


I scowled, folding my arms across my chest. "What do you want?"


He carefully retrieved a bundle of photographs from a gift bag he was holding. Countless images cascaded from his grasp—snapshots of us from our early years to the present.


"Lenore," he began, his voice unsteady, "these represent all the moments we've shared throughout our lives. Look at them! We're both smiling. We were so content together back then."


Chapter 12