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A clip of my boyfriend proposing to his assistant became an internet sensation, leading the trending lists. People were calling it the most heartwarming and moving scene they'd ever witnessed.
The assistant even shared a touching message online: "I've been waiting for you for so long, and I'm thrilled I never gave up hope. Mr. Stone, I look forward to spending the rest of my days with you."
The comment section was filled with excitement: "I'm captivated! The boss and the assistant—they're the most adorable couple ever!"
I didn't shed tears or yell. I simply closed the webpage and went to find my boyfriend for clarification.
That's when I overheard him chatting with a friend.
"What choice did I have? If I don't wed her, her relatives will make her settle for someone she doesn't care for."
"But what about Natalie? She's your real girlfriend. Aren't you worried she'll be upset?"
"So what if she's upset? Natalie's been with me for seven years. She can't walk away now."
Fast forward to our wedding day.
Yes, our wedding day.
On that same day, he was getting married to his assistant, while I was walking down the aisle with another man.
Our wedding vehicles passed each other on the road.
When we swapped bouquets with the brides from the other car as part of the custom, he glimpsed me through the window.
The instant he saw me in my bridal gown, his composure completely crumbled.

The Double-Crossed Bride's Revenge Wedding

The subsequent occasion I delivered a meal to Zachary, Aria welcomed me with her typical zeal.


However, my attention was instantly drawn to the jewelry adorning her neck—an item I knew all too well.


I possessed an identical piece at my residence.


It was a present from Zachary for our anniversary. I still recalled how Aria had praised it then: "This necklace is stunning! Zachary has such refined taste. You're so fortunate, Natalie. Someone like me will probably never have the opportunity to wear something this exquisite in my life."


At that time, her comments had left me with a subtle feeling of discomfort.


Now, observing my necklace on her, that unease transformed into something far more distressing.


Detecting my stare fixed on her neck, Aria grinned at me, completely untroubled: "This necklace..." I began, my voice strained.


"Oh, this?" she replied nonchalantly, without hesitation. "Mr. Stone presented it to me."


Chapter 7