My Fiancé Stole My Bridesmaid

My wedding day was supposed to be perfect—every detail meticulously planned. But my stoic childhood sweetheart and fiancé, Jason, had other plans. He ran off with my bridesmaid, Sarah, who was, of all things, wearing a wedding dress.

Just as I was reeling from the shock, Jason's younger brother, Alex, suddenly hopped into the wedding car. Without a word, he dragged me to the courthouse, insisting we get married instead. Before I could even process what was happening, the backdrop collapsed, revealing a room full of guests all laughing at me.

The two men I'd known since childhood—who once promised to cherish me forever—tore up a fake marriage certificate and threw the pieces right at my face. All of it, just to make Sarah laugh.

There they stood, the three of them, clinking glasses on stage like I wasn't even there.

"Your wedding plan was so outdated," Jason said with a smirk. "You're lucky Sarah turned it into a bachelorette party!"

Alex chimed in, "The real wedding is on Sunday! Isn't Sarah's idea an amazing surprise?"

They were so convinced I couldn't live without them.

But I stayed calm. I picked up my phone and announced, "My wedding with Mr. Carter is scheduled for this Sunday."

Almost instantly, excited messages flooded in: "Wedding planning starts now!"

Sarah pouted and leaned into Jason. "I'm not really into marriage, you know. I just wanted to experience the feeling—and the Jason brothers made it happen right away!"

I didn't respond. Jason snatched my phone and hurled it across the room.

"Are you deaf? Where are your manners? Sarah is innocent—do you really have to be this petty and ignore her?"

Jason stepped in front of me, shielding Sarah like I was some kind of threat.

He glanced at my phone screen. "What schedule? Are you going on a business trip or something?"

I quickly turned off the screen and picked my phone back up. "Just a company project."

The three of them looked perfect together. Meanwhile, I stood there in my wedding dress, covered in scraps of fake certificate, feeling completely ridiculous.

All around, guests whispered among themselves.

"Look at her—she still thinks she's the bride. This is a party the Jason brothers threw for Sarah!"

"The minute Jason runs off, she tries to marry his brother. Alex really has her wrapped around his finger…"

These people—all wealthy acquaintances—had nothing but malicious mockery for me.

And the two childhood sweethearts who once promised to protect me forever? Their eyes were only on Sarah.

I looked around. Every romantic decoration I had painstakingly designed was ruined. White balloons and roses were now spray-painted in bright red: "Happy Single Life!"

This whole charade, with me as the punchline, was orchestrated by them—all to show off how much they favored Sarah.

I picked a piece of the fake certificate off my dress. My hand trembled.

Sarah paused, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. "Emily, it's my fault. I suggested they surprise you with a bachelorette party. I'm sorry…"

Jason patted her head and shot me a cold glare. "Stop playing the victim. You're a wedding planner—haven't you seen it all?"

Alex exploded. He grabbed my wrist and shoved me toward Sarah. "Emily! Sarah is just a naive young girl—how could you bully her like this? She's the only one who falls for your fake pity! Apologize. Now!"

Wincing, I steadied myself and simply slipped off the ring I had designed.

Jason's expression shifted. He instinctively covered his hand.

The handmade wedding ring I'd spent three months crafting had been replaced with one exactly like Sarah's.

I replied calmly, "You're right. Enjoy the bachelorette party."

They all stared at me, surprised. This was the first time I'd ever given in when it came to Sarah.

Before, I would always argue with them because of her. When Sarah threw away my stomach medicine, they intercepted every ambulance. Before leaving, they'd just look at me coldly and say, "Can you stop throwing tantrums and faking illness? You always target Sarah whenever she's around!"

But not anymore.

"Let's break up," I said.