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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

Zachary's eyes widened in disbelief. His pulse quickened as he whispered to himself, "This can't be real."


"Natalie's supposed to be away on holiday—she can't possibly be here."


"I must be imagining things. I guess I miss her more than I thought."


Aria, seated next to him, appeared equally shocked. She gazed at me, her lips moving silently, unable to form words.


In contrast to their astonishment, I remained composed. My face was impassive, showing no emotion. I passed the flowers to Aria.


She snapped back to reality and tentatively accepted them, clumsily handing her own bouquet to me in exchange.


I gave her a smile and said, "Best wishes to you both."


The car window closed, and the vehicle started moving again.


The two wedding processions drove away in opposite directions, heading down separate paths—much like Zachary and I, destined to go our separate ways.


As the car pulled off, I thought I heard an anguished cry behind me.


Chapter 5