Pregnant and Betrayed Again

I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror of the Manhattan venue's bridal suite, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. My makeup artist, Tina, was adding the final touches to my face while Madison and my other bridesmaids fluttered around the room in a champagne-fueled whirlwind of tulle and excitement.

"You look absolutely stunning, Claire," Madison whispered, squeezing my shoulders gently. "Nathan won't know what hit him."

I smiled, my stomach fluttering with a cocktail of nerves and joy. After five years together, Nathan Sterling and I were finally getting married. I'd spent those years learning chess strategies to help him win tournaments, nursing him through market crashes that threatened his finance career, and loving him with every fiber of my being. Today was supposed to be the culmination of all that devotion—my happily ever after.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. The door cracked open, and Nathan's head peeked in.

"Is it safe to come in?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Nathan!" Madison gasped theatrically. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"

"I'll close my eyes," he promised with a boyish grin that still made my heart skip. He stepped in with his hand dramatically covering his eyes, his tuxedo impeccably fitted to his athletic frame.

I laughed despite the superstition. "It's fine, Maddie. My makeup's done anyway."

Nathan dropped his hand, and our eyes met in the mirror. For a fleeting second, something unreadable flickered across his face before his smile returned.

"Just wanted to make sure everything's perfect for my perfect bride," he said, stepping behind me. His fingers gently adjusted my veil, his touch sending familiar electricity through me. "Oh, and to let you know we've got the livestream set up for your aunt in Chicago and my cousins who couldn't make it."

"That's thoughtful," I said, reaching up to touch his hand. "Thank you."

He kissed the top of my head, careful not to disturb my elaborately pinned hair. "Twenty minutes, and you'll be Mrs. Sterling."

After he left, Tina made a few final touches while my bridesmaids gathered their bouquets. When they stepped away to fix their own makeup, I picked up my phone to check the time. A notification caught my eye—the wedding livestream had started early for testing.

Curious, I tapped it, expecting to see an empty chapel or perhaps the guests beginning to file in. Instead, the camera showed a wide shot of the venue, including the large windows of the hotel room that overlooked the ceremony space. My blood froze in my veins.

There, clearly visible in the window, was a silhouette I would recognize anywhere—Victoria Walsh. Nathan's ex-girlfriend. The woman he'd dated for ten years before me. The woman he'd claimed was completely out of his life.

What was she doing in what appeared to be our hotel room on our wedding day?

My hands trembled as I zoomed in, praying I was mistaken. But there was no error—the distinctive profile, the way she tossed her head back when she laughed—it was unmistakably Victoria.

"I need some air," I muttered, standing so abruptly that my chair scraped loudly against the floor.

"Claire? Are you okay?" Madison called after me, but I was already halfway out the door.

I moved through the hallway in a daze, my wedding dress rustling around me like whispers of warning. In the women's lounge, I locked myself in a stall, trying to steady my breathing. Nathan had left his tuxedo jacket hanging in the bridal suite earlier. Something compelled me to check it.

I rushed back, ignoring the concerned looks, and reached for his jacket. My fingers found something hard in the inner pocket—a phone. Not his usual phone, but another one, slimmer and without a case.

With shaking hands, I turned it on. No password required. The screen lit up with a text conversation with "V."

"Can't wait to see you before the ceremony. Our little secret." – V

"She has no idea. Proposing to her was sweet revenge after you announced your engagement. She actually believes I love her." – Nathan

My world imploded. Five years of love, of sacrifice, of building dreams together—all a lie. A revenge plot against Victoria for getting engaged to someone else.

I stumbled out of the bridal suite, Nathan's secret phone clutched in my white-knuckled grip. I spotted him in the chapel hallway, checking his watch, the picture of an eager groom.

"Nathan," I called, my voice surprisingly steady despite the earthquake happening inside me.

He turned, his smile faltering when he saw my face. "Claire? What's wrong? You should be getting ready—"

I held up the phone. "What is this?"

His face drained of color. "Where did you get that?"

"Your jacket. Answer the question."

"It's not what you think," he started, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching.

"Not what I think?" I laughed, a hollow sound that echoed in the hallway. "I saw Victoria on the livestream. In our hotel room. And then I found this." I scrolled to the damning message and held it up to his face. "'Proposing to her was sweet revenge.' Tell me, Nathan, what exactly am I misunderstanding here?"

"You're overreacting," he hissed, reaching for the phone. "Those messages are old. Victoria means nothing to me now."

"Then why is she in our hotel room on our wedding day?"

His expression shifted from panic to calculated calm. "You're imagining things. There's no one in our room. You're just nervous, that's all."

The gaslighting was the final betrayal. In that moment, I saw him clearly for the first time—not the man I thought I loved, but a manipulative stranger wearing his face.