After He Chose His Mistress, I Terminated

On the day of the wedding, Olivia Harris's decade-long relationship with her boyfriend came to a shocking and humiliating close. In an unexpected twist, Rayan's other significant other, Catherine Cruz, who had always been a shadowy presence in their relationship, asserted her right to marry him. Wearing Olivia's wedding dress and ring, Catherine put on a show of crocodile tears, pleading:

"Olivia, I'm very sick. You have your whole life to be with Rayan. Let me have this wedding, just this once."

Rayan, standing by her side, added, "Olivia, you're carrying my child, and we’re already legally married. You have so much already; this ceremony hardly means anything!"

Whispers and curious stares from the guests filled the air, turning Olivia into a spectacle, a bride transformed into a punchline. Yet, she maintained her composure, choosing silence over confrontation. She offered Catherine a gracious smile, the bride who didn't deserve the title.

"Sure, take the wedding. I’ve wasted ten years on this sham of a relationship; I might as well give you what's left."

“Olivia, why are you behaving like this?” Rayan tried to reach her, his hand still entwined with Catherine's.

Olivia met his advance with a swift slap. Shock registered on Rayan’s face, disbelief rendering him motionless. Catherine, clutching her dress, quickly positioned herself in front of Rayan, her voice a soft plea, “Please, Olivia, don’t be angry. Don’t hurt Rayan!”

"I don't want this wedding," Catherine continued. "Or the dress. I'll just end up alone."

As she pretended to remove the dress, Rayan stopped her. “Catherine, this dress was meant for you, and so was this wedding!”

With exaggerated care, Rayan adjusted the dress on Catherine, ensuring every fold and bow was perfectly in place. The dress, beautiful and pristine, highlighted her fragility, outshining even the chandelier above. Olivia understood why the gown felt so ill-fitting during her fittings; it was never intended for her.

A sardonic smile appeared on Olivia's face, one that Rayan noticed. "Happy now, Olivia? Is this what you wanted?"

"Think about our child. If you want them to have a proper family, you'd better start acting appropriately."

As the wedding march played through the hall, flower girls scattered rose petals, and Rayan walked Catherine down the aisle. Amidst the piano notes symbolizing happiness, Olivia dialed the hospital to arrange an abortion.

Guests turned to watch the radiant couple, casting glances at Olivia as if she were an outsider. Unable to endure the scrutinizing eyes any longer, she left, glancing back at her family in the front row, who showed no surprise at the bride swap. Her brother Daniel even took the stage to offer his congratulations. “This wedding is amazing. My brother-in-law has outdone himself!”

Anyone unaware might have thought he was congratulating his sister. After stepping down, Daniel noticed her absence and quickly texted her, “Sis, come back. Don’t embarrass my brother-in-law. What’s the big deal? Your name is still on the marriage certificate, right?”

“Just apologize. Rayan promised me a new car next month. The contract is ready, so if he gets upset, will you cover the difference?”

Her heart ached painfully. With trembling fingers, she replied, “Don’t I give you spending money each month? Why make Rayan buy you such an expensive gift?”

Daniel’s “typing…” indicator seemed to go on forever without a reply. Instead, her parents called, their words direct and cutting. “We regret having such a useless child. You can’t even buy your brother a car. Finally, you marry a generous man, and you publicly shame us?”

Amidst their relentless scolding, Olivia understood: her parents and brother had been taking advantage of her relationship with Rayan for financial gain.

Drained of energy, she sank onto the steps of the venue, realizing they had already hung up on her.