My Stolen Life, My Cold Retribution

Chapter 3

Word Count: 916 | Released on: 26/05/2026

playing on his lips. He clicked the mouse on the laptop

d a glance at Brianna, who had a look of nervous, almost gidd

ris, smiling under the Eiffel Tower. At a gala in San Francisco, his arm

hrough me. Was I wrong? Was t

replaced by a moody, atmospheric indie track I'

ith a video. Not a

ents of Cyru

this ap

d of hair behind her ear as they stood on the balcony, the city lights twinkling behind them. Them sha

trip" for him, was a lie. The evidence played out in

nate kiss, right in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the G

ed at the videographer, Marco. His face was a mask of horror

ed violently. I looked down. The ca

y ear, my heart hammering

! Your grandmother...she was watching the livestream...she saw

The one thing I had endured this entire nightmare

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" I shrieked at Cyrus,

do you think you're going? We have guests." H

, dangerous growl I didn't know I possess

of a second. It was enough. I tore free and sprinted out of the apartment, not

lank loop of terror. "UCSF Medical Center

idors to the ICU, my cheap white dress feeling like a shro

s a massive stroke. We're doing everyth

pers. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the pen. Each

g her still, warm hand, whispering apologi

a arrived. Cyrus had arranged his face into a mask of

ng to his arm and sobbing. "This is all my fault

sh. "We should have just let it go! We should have

gid. I turned my head slowly, my eyes lo

e her, his voice a harsh whisper. "Bre

wed on. "Aria is so proud! I knew she'd be devastated if she couldn

le clicked into place with

ival. It wasn

an I had loved and protected. She had orchestrated

bsolute. A perfect, mo

Elena's room flatlined in the background. I looked from Brianna's panicked

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“My wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. My fiancé, Cyrus, was my hero, promising to save my sick grandmother with his generous insurance. Instead, he ripped my wedding dress to shreds and revealed he'd been sleeping with my best friend for months. I was a scientist, on the brink of marrying Cyrus, a man who seemed to embody every dream I had. With my critically ill grandmother dependent on his insurance for experimental treatment, he felt like my unwavering protector. But the night before our wedding, my world shattered. He confessed he'd been secretly sleeping with Brianna, my best friend and houseguest, for months. Then, with ice in his eyes, he told me this wedding wasn't for me, but to provide "stability" for her. He shredded my wedding dress, then forced me to the altar by threatening my academic career and showing me a live feed of my critically ill grandmother's vitals. During the ceremony, he broadcast intimate videos of himself and Brianna, triggering my grandmother's fatal stroke. Adding to the horror, Brianna, my best friend, confessed her part in sabotaging my research, an attack that had already caused a severe endocrine condition, stealing my chance at children. The man I loved, the friend I protected, the career I built, the family I cherished – all utterly destroyed. What kind of monster would orchestrate such a calculated, brutal betrayal against a dying woman and a vulnerable friend? There were no more tears left, only a cold, hard resolve in the face of absolute devastation. But then, a job offer flashed on my phone screen: a senior research scientist position in Berlin. With nothing left to lose and a burning need for justice, I returned his ring, declared our life together over, and booked a flight for tomorrow, ready to build a new future from the ashes of his deceit.”