The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

Chapter 2

Word Count: 557 | Released on: 10/07/2025

h the quiet of the apartment. It was the

d her. As I stood in the hallway, she rushed past me, her eye

it hard against the sharp metal corner of the console table. Pain shot

nswered it. Her voice, usually so composed an

Calm down, I' m here. T

lmness wasn' t her nature. It was what she reserved for me, for the person she di

of concern. "It' s a compan

sappeared into the bedroom, emerging moments later in jeans

limped into the living room and grabbed

s we' d bought on our first anniversary, his and hers. I

mall velvet box. Inside was the ring I' d spent months designin

hite cord I' d painstakingly woven into a traditional Celtic k

ft from a friend-with the Chinese characters for "double ha

hey went into

rang. It

eattle is going to be great for you

felt like it was

David. T

day? You and Olivia

ath. "The weddin

he must have forgotten something. She stopped in the doorway

confusion on her face. "Wedding' s o

the empty space on the wall where the scroll had been. A strange, unre

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

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.”