The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

Chapter 1

Word Count: 721 | Released on: 10/07/2025

cheap coffee. I clutched the marriage certificate, the paper crisp and

rown, typed my name into her computer. She squinted

id you say you obtain

n branch a couple of weeks ago. Just

e monitor. "There is no downtown branch for this

t shock me as much as they should have. A

not authentic?" I a

She finally looked at me, her expression a mix of pity and professional detachment. "

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who

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er best friend. The t

on her counter, and walked out into the blinding sunlight. My hands were st

job offer in Seattl

tantly. For you? Alwa

ped back.

ment, Olivia was in the kitchen, humming. S

s your day? Try one, they' re

hair tied up loosely. The picture

. "I was at the city

Oh? So soon? I thought we we

. "I just wanted to check on the location you mention

g crossed her eyes, but it was gone in an

I am with directions." She picked up a pink macaron and held it to my l

d my he

her talking on the phone in the bedroom. Her voice

family. They wanted him to marry someone from 'old money,' some

I held

ropped even lower, laced with a kind of weary frustration. "It' s just to get Mark' s family

her

But love? After six years, it' s not about that anymore. I

certainty. Six years. A lie. I was a placeholder. A comfortable

as made. I wasn' t just leaving

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The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

Gavin Romance

“Six years with Olivia Hayes, and we were finally making it official. I clutched our marriage certificate, crisp and new, ready to file the final paperwork at the city clerk' s office. Then, the clerk told me the document was fake. My heart sank. Olivia Hayes, my fiancée, had been legally married two weeks ago-to Mark Johnson, my former best friend and a tech mogul. I returned home to find Olivia humming, laying out macarons, a picture of domestic bliss, a complete lie. I later overheard her confessing on the phone how she never truly loved me; I was just "comfortable," a placeholder for Mark. My carefully constructed future shattered, replaced by cold certainty: I was leaving. But leaving wasn't easy. Mark' s neediness spiraled, turning our home into his stage. He faked injuries, weaponized his sadness, and Olivia, caught in his web, defended him fiercely, even bringing up my deceased father' s suicide to shame me. Her constant choice of him, and the chilling realization that my pain mattered less than his performance, twisted the knife deeper. Why did she keep falling for his lies? Why did her compassion vanish when it came to me? My escape plan to Seattle was set. But just as I was leaving, Mark' s ex-girlfriend, Sarah, attacked me. Olivia, seeing Sarah with a knife to my throat, still chose to believe Mark' s pathetic accusation that I staged it. That final betrayal solidified my decision. I blocked Olivia and left for Seattle, ready to start anew, free from her and Mark' s toxic charade.”