our wedding. Don’t be stupid. I got married yesterday and it wasn’t to you. Those were the venomous words her fianceé spat when she dared to ask about their future. In one instant, the man she had trusted, the man she thought she’d spend forever with, shattered her heart into pieces, replacing her without a second thought. But what he didn’t know was that betrayal cuts both ways.

Behind her tears was a strength he never imagined. And behind her silence was a plan that would leave him on his knees. Because while he gloated with his new bride, karma was already knocking. And the very woman he mocked would rise in a way that turned his triumph into his greatest humiliation.

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Don’t be stupid. I got married yesterday and it wasn’t to you. The words cut like fire. Emily Carter stood frozen, staring at Daniel Hayes, the man she thought she would spend her life with. For 3 years, she had given him her love, her loyalty, her future. And now, with one sentence, he burned it all to ashes.

Her lips trembled. “What did you say?” Daniel leaned back in his leather chair, cool and detached, like her pain amused him. “You heard me. I’m married.” As of yesterday, Emily’s knees weakened. You You’re joking, right? Daniel’s smirk widened.

He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and shoved it in front of her. A picture glowed. Him at an altar, smiling brighter than she had ever seen, standing beside a woman in a gown of white silk. Sophia Blake. Emily’s chest caved in. Sophia, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Yes, Daniel said smoothly. Sophia Blake, my wife. It wasn’t just the name. It was the betrayal behind it.

Sophia wasn’t just another woman. She was Emily’s childhood friend. The girl who had slept on her bedroom floor during sleepovers. The girl she once trusted like family. And now she was wearing the ring Emily thought was hers. No, Emily whispered, shaking her head. No, Daniel, this isn’t real. We’re engaged. You You asked me to be yours. I gave up everything for you.

Daniel chuckled under his breath, the sound cold. You gave up everything, Emily. Because you were desperate. And because you believed a dream that was never yours, her throat tightened. You lied to me. You said I said what you wanted to hear. his voice cut sharp as glass. Let’s not rewrite history. You were convenient, that’s all. A placeholder.

Everyone knew Sophia was the real match. Her family, my family, society, it was written from the start. You, you were a pastime. The word stung worse than a slap. Pastime. Emily staggered back, tears filling her eyes. And you let me think we had a future. Daniel stood, adjusting his jacket with deliberate ease.

You were useful until you weren’t. Don’t be so dramatic. What did you expect, Emily? That a haze would lower himself to a carter forever? She gasped. So I was never enough. That’s what you’re saying. Exactly. His smirk was merciless. Be grateful I even entertained you as long as I did. Emily’s tears broke free, streaming down her face.

She wanted to scream to demand an explanation, but all she could manage was a whisper. “You’re cruel.” Daniel’s reply was colder than ice. “No, I’m honest. Leave, Emily, and don’t embarrass yourself. It’s over.” The door slammed behind him, and Emily collapsed onto the couch, choking on sobs that refused to stop.

The next morning, the whispers began. “Did you hear?” Daniel Hayes left her. not just left her, he married Sophia Blake. She should have known better. A girl like her trying to reach above her class. At the grocery store, two women glanced at her, then giggled. One whispered, “Pathetic.” She thought she could be Mrs. Hayes on social media. Pictures of Daniel and Sophia’s wedding spread like wildfire.

Their smiles glowed, their embrace looked perfect, and the captions twisted the knife deeper. Finally, Daniel married someone on his level. A true power couple. Poor Emily. She really thought she stood a chance. Emily shut her laptop, her hands shaking, her stomach churned. She had given Daniel her best years, her loyalty, her future.