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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

Frederick gently tapped on the bedroom door, his usual composed manner intact. His voice was gentle, almost comforting. "It's time to get ready. We're heading to your parents' house for dinner."


My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Cortez, were free spirits who cherished love and independence. After our wedding, they had set off on a global adventure, claiming it was to allow us space to establish our own life together. This evening, they were welcoming us to their home for a family meal.


I swiftly tidied myself up, applying minimal makeup to look presentable, and we drove over together. The house where I grew up was aglow with warm light, the garden meticulously maintained as always. My mother's face brightened the moment she spotted us entering. Her smile widened further when she noticed the collection of presents Frederick was carrying.


Chapter 11