The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

Chapter 6

Word Count: 646 | Released on: 10/07/2025

d, I calmly stated, "You're the one who

ace p

"and now you're telling me to take care of him... Ethan,

ally end the charade, when a scream r

ivi

ck into the room. Mark was sitting

, clinging to her arm. "Pl

f the bed, gently stroking his hair. "Shh, it's

met mine. The fear was gone,

. She had chosen him at the reunion, she had chosen him when

n the lumpy couch, but it didn't bother me. David was

things when I saw Olivia's phone on the co

he door opened. Mark stepped out, wea

d, his voice smug. "She was up

his non-existent shirt, revealing a series of dark

almly held out the pho

he grabbed my arm, his

e low. "She never did. We're married. You saw the cert

Mark's entire demeanor shifted in an instan

't mean it." He then slumped against the doorf

er hair a mess, her

, pointing a finger at me. "I knew you

m," I said, my voi

y cameras in the hallway," I

weak voice. "No... it's okay, Oliv

etic display. Her heart broke for him. She rus

. "If you ever harm a single hair on his head a

they left, presumably for anot

g inside me. It was useless. My wo

o forget. When I returned home late that night, I

stumbled forward, and an arm wrapped around my nec

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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.”