I pictured a fairytale wedding, not a horror movie. Walking down the aisle, I expected to find my prince charming, not an empty altar. Betrayal hit me like a ton of bricks. From that moment, my life became a relentless pursuit of justice. This is my story of heartbreak, revenge, and an unexpected love that defied all odds.Jeff proposed to me six months ago, and I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a beautiful evening under a starlit sky, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he slipped the ring onto my finger. “Phoebe,” he had said, “let’s make this the wedding of our dreams.” Little did I know, that dream would turn into a nightmare. I always imagined a modest ceremony, something intimate and personal. But Jeff had other ideas.

“It’s once in a lifetime, Phoebe,” he had insisted, his persuasive charm hard to resist. “We deserve a gorgeous wedding, something everyone will remember.” When the time came to discuss finances, Jeff offered a seemingly reasonable solution. “You handle the wedding expenses, Phoebe. I’m in the process of buying us a house.” It sounded fair to me, so I agreed to cover $25,000. We went all out: a lavish venue and a renowned wedding planner whom I hadn’t even met because Jeff wanted to surprise me.The big day arrived, and I felt like a princess stepping into the grand hotel. Guests were milling around, but there was no sign of Jeff. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of my groom.