Betrayal's Revenge: A Tale of Deception and Retribution

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Jul 18

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I was supposed to get married today.

But I caught my fiancé sleeping with my best friend in my own bed last night.

I had been with Mark for five years, and Sarah had been my best friend since high school.

I thought I knew them well, but they turned out to be the worst people in the world.

I didn’t confront them.

Instead, I went back to my apartment and packed all of my stuff.

Then I left a note on the table and went to the airport.

I took a flight to Paris, where I would spend my honeymoon alone.

I had booked a hotel room and made a reservation at a fancy restaurant.

Everything was well-prepared, and I was going to have a great time by myself.

But before that, I needed to do something first.

I called Mark and told him that I had found out about his affair with Sarah.

He was shocked and tried to explain himself, but I hung up on him.

Then I sent him a text message: “You should come to Paris.”

I was in the hotel room, and the bed was as big as the one in my apartment.

Mark and I had bought it together a few months ago.

We had been planning to move in together after we got married, and this bed would be ours.

But now …

I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the scene at home.

How could he do this to me?

He was my first love, and I had trusted him completely.

Until five minutes ago.

I heard the doorbell ring, and I knew it was Mark.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face before opening the door.

Mark was standing there, with a suitcase in his hand.

It was the same one he took with him when he went on business trips.

“Em, how did you get here so quickly?”

“Why are you here?”

I asked him, pretending that I didn’t know anything.

He looked at me and said, “Are you pretending that you don’t know what happened?”

“Then why are you here?”

I asked him, feeling like a fool.

He came to Paris because I asked him to?

But what did he think would happen?

Did he expect me to forgive everything that happened?

Or maybe he wanted me to fight for him?

Well, that would never happen.

“I have something to tell you,” Mark said.

“I broke up with her.”

My lips twitched, and I wanted to laugh.

He broke up with her?

What about me?

Sarah wasn’t even his girlfriend, but I was his fiancée.

It was hilarious for him to say that he broke up with Sarah as if that would fix everything between us.

“Is that so?”

I asked, looking at him.

“Can we talk inside?”

he asked me.

I moved aside and let him in before closing the door.

Mark looked around and said, “You packed everything.”

“Yes,” I replied.

Then I sat down on the sofa and looked at him again.

There was something different about him.

Maybe it was because of what happened last night, but he looked guilty and didn’t dare to meet my eyes.

“How long has this been going on?”

I had to ask this question, even though I knew the answer.

Mark hesitated before finally replying, “A few months.”

I nodded and asked again, “How could you sleep with Sarah behind my back?”

“It was a mistake,” he said immediately.

“I thought I loved you, but it was her who I truly loved.”

“You thought you loved me?”

I couldn’t help but ask him again.

“I realized it after being with Sarah,” he explained.

“I’m sorry, Em.I know I’ve hurt you, but it’s better now than later, right?”

he added with a smile.