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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

In my recollection, Zachary had never appeared so helpless and wretched as he did at that moment.


I spoke with an eerie composure: "Zachary, cease your futile efforts. There's no disgrace in acknowledging that your feelings have changed."


"I'm certain you once cared deeply for me, but the reality is, you've transformed. Your affection for me has waned."


He interrupted me, his face betraying panic: "That's not true! I still care for you—Natalie, you must believe me!"


I offered a smile, but it was far from kind.


"You claim to love me, yet you can't recall my preferences. The groceries you purchase? They're always Aria's favorites. You say you care, but the presents you give—Aria has identical ones. You profess your love, yet you neglect my birthday and our anniversary. When danger arose and I needed you most, you didn't hesitate to desert me for someone else."


"Zachary, is this what your love resembles? If so, it's remarkably cheap."


Chapter 10