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The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 527    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

ght above our bed, was

standing nose to nose, smiling, looking deeply into each oth

Mark' s family is very traditional. We had to take some photos to appease them. It do

stared at the picture. My sile

" she said, rea

rom her touch lik

"I' m sorry," he whimpered, tears already welling in h

nd his shoulder. "No, Mark, don' t be silly. You'

t me, her ey

lips. "Of course. Why would I be ang

walked out

sing after me. "Are you jealous? After everything I' ve done for

the bedroom. Olivia gas

floor, surrounded by the shattered glass of a wate

e," he sobbed. "I

p a shard of glass. She looked up

eartless, Ethan! Have you forgotten what it feels like to

life, was a low blow. It was a deep, private wou

d been suppressing vanishe

dead. "And I didn' t eat dinner because ther

en scratching. A red rash was starting to form. A flicker of guilt

hurts so mu

feet. "I' m taking y

, leaving me alone with the shattered glass and the bleed

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The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal
The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal
“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.”