The breakup hit me like a freight train. One minute Jennifer and I were planning our dream wedding; the next, she told me she didn’t love me the way she thought she did. No explanation, no tears — just a statement that shattered me. After five years together, I genuinely believed she was my soulmate. As if the emotional pain wasn’t enough, I’d lost thousands in non-refundable wedding bookings and suddenly Jennifer’s friends and family treated me like a stranger.
Months passed in a blur of misery. My friends tried to help — nights out, game nights, even a bad blind date — but nothing worked. Eventually they convinced me to use the resort tickets we’d bought for the wedding and get away.
At the tropical resort, every sunset, every palm tree reminded me of what could’ve been. I tried to enjoy myself, but Jennifer’s memory was everywhere.
Then one night at dinner I saw our wedding planner, Annabelle, looking shocked to see me. Moments later someone called for her — mentioning “Jen” and a second dress. My heart dropped. I pushed past Annabelle toward the ballroom, where I found Jennifer in a wedding dress, about to marry another man. The room went silent as I stood there, stunned. I realized the truth of her betrayal and knew I had to expose it.