The day that should have been the happiest of my life turned into a nightmare I would never forget. I went from being a bride-to-be to an uninvited wedding crasher, ready to unleash my wrath. But as it turned out, karma beat me to it.

The Perfect Illusion
When I met Ethan two years ago, I believed I had found my forever. He was charming, witty, and had a way of making me feel like the only woman in the world. Seven months ago, when he proposed, I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Little did I know, I would never walk down the aisle with him.

Ethan wasn’t just my fiancé—he was my partner in planning. We designed our wedding together, down to the smallest detail. The elegant banquet hall, the lush garden, the cascading white roses, even the perfect cake—we had picked it all. We even chose our first dance song, imagining how magical that moment would be.

But the fairytale shattered a month before the wedding.

Betrayal Behind Closed Doors
It was an ordinary Wednesday when my world collapsed. I had left work early to surprise Ethan with his favorite takeout, picturing his delighted face when I walked in with burgers and fries.

The moment I stepped inside his apartment, something felt off.

A woman’s coat was draped over a chair. My first thought was that he had a visitor—a friend, maybe a coworker. But then I heard laughter. Soft. Intimate. Coming from the bedroom.

My stomach twisted as I walked toward the door, every step heavier than the last. My hands trembled as I turned the knob and pushed it open.

There, tangled in the sheets, was Ethan. And beside him—my sister, Lauren.

Time stopped. My mind struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. My own flesh and blood. In bed with the man I was supposed to marry.

Lauren gasped, yanking the sheets around her. But Ethan? He barely reacted. He simply sat up, running a hand through his hair, looking more inconvenienced than guilty.

“You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” he muttered.

My breath hitched. “Find out what?” My voice cracked. “That you’re a liar? That my sister is a backstabbing traitor?”

Lauren said nothing, her face pale. But Ethan? He had the audacity to look me in the eye and say, “I love her.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. He didn’t even deny it. He looked relieved, like confessing had lifted a weight off his shoulders. The same man who had promised me forever had been sneaking around with my sister.

I turned to Lauren, shaking with rage. “How could you do this to me?”

She whispered, “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t mean to fall into his bed?!”