When Paige’s sister steals her fiancé, betrayal isn’t enough—Erica wants to flaunt her victory. A year later, Paige gets an invitation: Erica is marrying the man she took, and she wants Paige to watch. But what Erica doesn’t know is that Paige has a plan to ruin her perfect day.
I wasn’t supposed to be at this wedding.
The sideways glances and whispers made that clear as I entered the grand hall.
The venue was stunning—gold and ivory decorations, guests in elegant gowns and tuxedos. But no beauty could hide the bitterness beneath.
This was Erica’s wedding.
My younger sister. Our parents’ favorite, who got everything handed to her while I fought for every bit of success.
And now, she had taken what was mine.
Stan.
My fiancé, my future—the man I trusted until I came home early one night and found him with Erica.
Stan froze. Erica just smirked.
“I won, Paige. Checkmate.”
My wedding was canceled. Erica and Stan were now official.
I left town to heal. Then the invitation came.
Here I was, a spectator to their so-called triumph.
I suspected my parents forced the invite. Erica would never have done it willingly—unless just to gloat.
But no one knew I wasn’t here to mourn.
I was here to make Erica remember what she’d done. And I had a surprise.
The ceremony was a blur. Stan, dressed in tuxedo, gazed at Erica with fake adoration. She beamed.
I almost laughed. Enjoy it while you can.
At the reception, a slideshow played. If you didn’t know their story, you’d think they were happy.
But I wasn’t giving up.
Why should Erica have a happily-ever-after after all she’d done?
No chance.
I slipped to the projector, plugged in my flash drive, and hit play.
Stan’s voice filled the hall.
“Please, don’t leave me!”
Grainy security footage from my bedroom showed him begging, swearing Erica meant nothing.
Silence.
Erica’s face drained of color.
More footage showed them sneaking into my house and into my bed—timestamped betrayals.
The final clip: Erica laughing in my bed.
“She’ll never know…”
“Paige who?” Stan laughed.
Gasps echoed. Champagne glasses clattered.
My parents looked shocked.
Erica stumbled.
“This isn’t real!”
But the proof was there.
Stan turned on Erica in anger.
“You said you deleted the footage?”
I smiled sweetly.
“You knew it was recorded?”
He paled.
Guests murmured.
Then Jack stepped forward, dressed as a waiter.
He’d insisted on coming to support me.
Now, he dropped to one knee.
“Paige, will you marry me?”
The room fell silent.
Erica screamed.
“Now? At my wedding?!”
I smiled.
Erica stole the wrong man.
Stan was a mistake. Jack was everything.
Stan looked broken; Erica pulled away from him.
I didn’t care.
I said yes.
Cheers erupted.
Erica was furious but defeated.
“This is my day!” she shouted.
I smiled.
“You stole my wedding and fiancé. I just stole the show.”
Hand in hand with Jack, I left Erica humiliated.
Later, at a diner, Jack slid me fries.
“Eat. You’ve had a long day.”
I laughed, grateful.
He told me he’d planned the proposal for months but waited for the right time.
“When I saw the invite, I knew I had to be there.”
I smiled.
“Perfect timing.”
For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had won.
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