The Bad Guy Is Cheated On Me

By seven that evening, every corner of the private estate glowed beneath dazzling lights.

At the entrance stood Cheryl Pearson. Dressed in a simple outfit, she looked completely out of place among the lavish surroundings.

Only two hours before, her husband, Jeremy Barrett, had called her. "I've got an important meeting tonight, so I won't be coming home. Don't wait up for me."

Instead of attending a business meeting, he was standing there as the groom beside another woman.

Seated at the main table were Cheryl's own parents and her brother.

Surrounding them were relatives and friends who knew both Cheryl and Jeremy well.

Even with all those familiar faces, not a single person had let her know about the wedding.

Every breath carried the fragrance of fresh roses mixed with a deep woody scent.

The perfume filling the air was called Surrender. Cheryl had created it herself and intended it to be a wedding gift meant for Jeremy alone.

That same fragrance, once meant to represent devotion and belonging, now filled the wedding venue where Jeremy was taking another woman as his bride.

At the end of the red carpet, Jeremy wore a custom-tailored white suit. His eyes rested gently on Danica Pearson, the woman who had taken Cheryl's place in the Pearson family for more than twenty years.

Cheryl was the Pearson family's biological daughter. She had only been reunited with them three years earlier after finally being found. Years ago, her grandfather and Jeremy's grandfather had fought side by side and made a promise that their grandchildren would marry one day.

Because of that agreement, Cheryl became Jeremy's wife as soon as she returned to the Pearson family.

What no one else knew was that Jeremy had already lived in Cheryl's heart for seven long years.

She once believed fate had finally smiled on her. She truly thought she would spend the rest of her life as the happiest woman alive.

Instead, reality shattered that dream without mercy.

Wrapped in a white wedding gown, Danica held tightly to Jeremy's arm. She looked so weak that even a gentle breeze seemed enough to knock her over.

The gentle notes of the Wedding March stumbled before breaking into a harsh screech as Cheryl stepped into the venue.

One by one, every gaze turned toward her.

The smiles on the Pearson family's faces disappeared.

"How did she end up here?"

"We made sure no one told her."

"Who let this slip? This is going to ruin everything."

Whispers spread through the crowd as everyone stared at Cheryl.

Although she was Jeremy's lawful wife, she was treated like someone who had no place at the wedding.

For a brief moment, surprise showed in Jeremy's eyes when he noticed her. However, he quickly regained his usual calm expression.

After whispering a few comforting words to Danica, he gently placed her hand into the bridesmaid's before walking straight toward Cheryl.

The familiar scent of fir drifted over Cheryl as Jeremy approached.

For years, that fragrance had been the one she treasured most.

"Why are you here?" he asked, choosing to question her instead of explaining himself.

Her eyes settled on the man she had loved for the past seven years.

His sharp features, his deep eyes, and the cold line of his lips suddenly felt unfamiliar.

Only then did the cruel irony of the situation sink in.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Cheryl replied calmly, as though they were talking about something ordinary. "My husband is marrying someone else today. Don't I have every reason to come and offer my congratulations?"

A deep frown formed between Jeremy's brows, revealing the impatience he was trying to hide.

Without another word, he reached for her wrist and led her into a quiet corridor away from the crowd.

After making sure they were out of everyone's sight, he finally let go of her hand.

"Cheryl, don't turn this into something bigger than it already is," he said.