The Wedding That Ended Us

When her best friend is abandoned at the altar, Dawn makes a fateful decision to let her own fiancé, Blake Keller, step in to save the ceremony. Blake insists the arrangement is merely a rehearsal for their own upcoming wedding, but the charade quickly feels too real. As Dawn watches from the sidelines, Blake’s affection for the bride appears genuine. The performance reaches a breaking point when a promised fake kiss becomes a passionate, public betrayal.

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Chapter 2

The Diary That Revealed Everything

Panic flashed across Blake's eyes, but he quickly composed himself and replaced it with confusion. "You're doubting me? Noelle and I grew up together. We've known each other so long that we just sometimes forget our boundaries. It's not what you think."

Even now, he still refused to admit it.

Thinking back carefully, the signs had been there all along. Ever since I started dating Blake, no matter where we went, it was always the three of us together.

He could never remember my birthday, yet every year at midnight, he never failed to send Noelle birthday wishes right on time. I could not eat spicy food, but every dish he ordered was loaded with chili because Noelle liked it.

Whenever Noelle got her period, he would immediately give her time off work. When I was in so much pain that I nearly slammed into walls, he merely told me to "tough it out" and reminded me not to be late for meetings.

Noelle and I had both stayed by Blake's side while he built the company from scratch. However, after the company went public, Noelle's salary became twice mine.

It wasn't like I had never argued or gotten jealous before.

Blake always used the same excuse. "Noelle and I have known each other for years, and she's your friend too. I can't treat her unfairly."

Friends? The way he looked at her was gentler than the way he had ever looked at me.

…

Blake told me to go home first and calm down before dragging me away from the venue. But after driving me back to the apartment, he immediately left again.

Before leaving, he said, "Noelle already feels terrible getting dumped just before her wedding. What you said earlier upset her so badly it affected the baby. I'm going to check on her for you."

His entire focus was on Noelle.

He never once considered how I felt at that moment.

…

After getting home, I stumbled upon a diary. Every single page had a plane ticket attached to it—tickets from Blake flying to Haverland, and below them were handwritten notes from him.

"Noelle got transferred to the overseas branch. Got to go see her and make sure she's okay."

"Business trip to Haverland. Stayed for three days, but honestly, I just wanted to see her."

I flipped to the page dated on our third anniversary. When I read the entry, my tears finally broke free.

"I struggled with it for a long time, but I ultimately confessed my love for her. Turns out she liked me too. I didn't want to lose her. Noelle couldn't bear seeing Dawn heartbroken, so she told me not to break up with her. I agreed.

"She finally slept with me tonight. Compared to Dawn, my body seems to like her more."

…

That day, I had called Blake more than ten times. He rejected every single call.

In the end, he only sent me one cold message. "Busy. Stop bothering me."

So, that was what he had been busy with—sleeping with my best friend and his so-called "dear friend."

I flipped to the final page of the diary. The entry had been written only a few days ago.

"Noelle's pregnant. How dare she marry some random guy? No way I'm letting her go!"

Tucked inside the diary was a pregnancy test report, and under the father's name, "Blake Keller" was clearly written.

My fingers trembled violently as I gripped the paper tighter.

…

The day Blake found out Noelle was pregnant, he immediately flew to Haverland. He had even deliberately approved leave for me, asking me to care for Noelle there and also help her plan the wedding.

And that "jerk" who abandoned her at the altar?

Blake drove him away himself. He was adamant about making Noelle his wife.

My phone suddenly rang. It was my mother calling again to urge me about the wedding. "Dawn, when are you and Blake returning to the country? The whole family's waiting to attend the wedding!"

"Mom, I'm not marrying Blake." Before she could start yelling, I continued calmly, "Don't worry. The wedding will still happen as planned."

It was just that the groom would be someone else.

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You sacrificed three years of sleepless nights and endless coding to build Carter Technologies. Yet, at the glittering Manhattan IPO celebration, your billionaire husband, Logan Carter, treats you like a ghost. Instead of honoring your sacrifices, he stands possessively beside Jocelyn Evans. As the crowd toasts his genius, Logan's gaze sweeps right past you, leaving you entirely invisible in the glass-walled penthouse you destroyed your own health to earn.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

Beyond The Champagne Silk: The Wife's Defiant Return

8.1

I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk. Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris. I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them. My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown. I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy. But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.

Horror Modern Romance

9.6

Choosing A Path of Happiness

9.6

After a tragic first life ending in suicide, Penelope is reborn with one goal: survival. She systematically detaches from her childhood crush, Emil McLaren, honoring every cruel demand he makes. From moving to Wanoki Island to leaving the city after graduation, she disappears from his sight. However, when she finally moves on with another man, a possessive Emil reappears. He demands she return, refusing to accept the distance she worked so hard to create.

Modern Mystery Romance Young Adult

9.0

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

9.0

I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge. The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations. When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me. I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up. My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor. "Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light." By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.

Action Modern Romance

8.2

My Cop Ex-Boyfriend

8.2

What was supposed to be a fun night of clubbing with my best friend quickly spirals into chaos when we are unexpectedly detained by the police. Despite it being a complete misunderstanding, the situation becomes infinitely more complicated at the precinct. I am utterly stunned to discover that the officer in charge of investigating our case is none other than my ex-boyfriend. Now, I must face the one person I never expected to see again under the most embarrassing circumstances possible.

Modern Romance

8.2

My Ex Cried and Asked, 'Who Is That Man?'

8.2

After seven years together, Leo shatters his girlfriend's trust on their anniversary by gifting her best friend a couple's ring. When confronted, he dismisses her pain as an overreaction to a simple present. But the tables turn when Leo discovers her with Nathan. Tearfully demanding to know who the new man is, Leo receives his own harsh lesson. Handing the ring to Nathan, she echoes her ex-boyfriend's dismissive words with a sharp, knowing smile, leaving Leo to face the consequences.

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