His Pity Marriage, My Fierce Comeback

l TikTok revealed my fiancé had

He dismissed our seven years together, offered me cash to

w," he snarled, threatenin

I was pregnant

ng choice and secretly terminated the pregnancy. When

accept our award with his new wife, I'm taking the stage. I'm not j

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ikTok shattered my world, claiming my fiancé,

s to the digital storm brewing on my screen. I' d slipped away for a moment, needing a quiet space to breathe before the madness of our lavish rece

up-a girl, Kiera Erickson, beaming into the camera. She looked familiar, but I couldn'

oo intimate, too real. Then, a photo of her, younger, at a university campus event. A tech fair. Our te

ought he'd see me," her voiceover declared, thick with emotion. "Always focused on he

radiant, holding up a small, unassuming document. A marriage license. The date on it was

ed the video, my fingers fumbling. The same name. Jacob Fisher. My J

all, but my throat was tight, my body frozen. My eyes darted to the window, seeing the twin

now, quiet and observant, always at the periphery. I' d barely noticed her, so consumed was I with

ars, you finally got your man!" "Aurora Espinoza won't know what hit her!" T

sickening blue glow. It was from Kiera herself. "He

in her wedding dress, moments away from walking down the aisle to a man who had already married

ling? Are you ready? Jacob is asking for you."

screen still glowing faintly. Jacob. He would be here any minute. How could he? How

white rose in his hand. He smiled, that perfect, dazzling smile that used to melt me. "My beautiful

fingers brushed mine. The rose felt hea

with what I now saw as a grotesque l

. My hands trembled, clutching the rose. "Jacob," my voice was a fragil

day? Darling, whatever it is, it can wait. Our guests are downsta

wait." My voice gained a tremor of

e he recomposed himself, his charade perfected. "Kiera? Who's Kiera? Aurora, what are you talking about? Are you ner

raced, remembering countless tiny moments, little doubts I had pushed aside. He was always

t you dare pretend you don't know who she is." My eyes burned into his, searching for any sign of

t, Aurora. If you insist on being dramatic right before our reception, then fine. What about this Kiera? Some disgruntled forme

he narrative, to make me sound crazy. My hand instinctively reached for the pillow, my f