If Happy Ever After Did Exist

My lake trip with Ethan, my fiancé and a rising finance star, was supposed to be our last pre-wedding hurrah.

I' d meticulously packed for two, my suitcase sitting beside his, ready for our perfect getaway.

Then Chloe, the estate manager's daughter my family oddly favored, pulled up with her child, claiming Ethan had invited them.

Without a glance, Ethan shooed me out of the car, promising to return after dropping them off at the resort an hour away.

The humiliation burned as I watched him drive away, Chloe smugly waving from the passenger seat.

Hours later, my phone buzzed with Chloe' s Instagram stories: Ethan laughing, steering a speedboat, his arm casually around her shoulder in a sunset photo.

They were celebrating lake life while I was abandoned.