The Jilted Bride's Ruthless Comeback

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Even after I sent the resignation email, the pain was there. It wasn't the pain of regre

ns. A project I had poured my heart and soul into. I should have been ecstatic. I wanted to celebrate, to feel that familiar rush of shared su

ideo link. My finger hovered over it, a terr

ings no couple, let alone a man and his intern, should be doing. The video ended with Cortney draped across Gabe, whispering somethi

ing at the edges. I don't remember driving to the penthouse, only the frantic rush of ad

it open, the sound echoing through the elegant space. Gabe and Cortney were in the living room, oblivio

ce was a raw,

d on the wine bottle. I snatched it up, my hand shaking with fury, and hurled it toward

my face. I wanted an explanation. I wanted an apology. I

towards me. His hand connected with my cheek with a sickening crack. The force of the blow sent me sprawling, my head hitting the

pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. I looked up at him, my vision hazy. For a fleeting second, I tho

ecting Cortney like a shield. "Haven't

inging. I was the victim, yet he was treating me like the aggressor.

t. Whispers followed me down the hallways. The narrative changed, molded by Gabe and Cortney. Suddenly, Cortney was the "r

Then came the ultimate humiliation: he had a florist deliver hundreds of bouquets of roses to Cortney's office, filling the entire floor with their scent. "For my m

Gabe had blinded me, made me deaf to the warning signs, oblivious to the insidious rot consuming our rela

mplete disregard for our shared life. It was the ultimate betrayal. My heart, once so full of love for him, felt like a shriveled, e