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She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 1
I was the wedding planner, hired to organize the wedding event for Ryan's boss and his bride-to-be. During the rehearsal, Ryan's boss, joked with me, asking how Ryan and I had been together for seven years without a single proposal in sight. "We're keeping our ceremony low-key, no banners or fuss," he laughed. "Why don't we double up on the celebration? You and Ryan could take over here in the afternoon, have yourselves a little engagement right here!" His fiancée chimed in with a smile, "Exactly! We have to head back to the old family estate around noon anyway. So we won't be here until eight in the evening. Go talk to him! Tell him to surprise you with a proposal today!" I managed a small, self-deprecating smile, unsure how to respond. Once, I used to wait eagerly, hoping Ryan would pop the question. But now, years of waiting had worn me down, and Ryan seemed no closer to making me his wife than the day we met. Noticing my dimmed expression, the bride-to-be looped her arm
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 2
It all clicked in one sickening instant: it wasn't the boss who was cheating—it was Ryan! In that case, Haley had intended that slap for me after all. Haley, whom Ryan had introduced as "just a colleague," was in reality, my boyfriend's little side affair. No wonder he wasn't in any rush to marry me. No wonder he'd been running hot and cold, always finding some excuse to keep me waiting. I'd been so sure of his love, so convinced of his loyalty, I never saw it coming. And now, here I was, facing down the woman who'd been his secret.Haley stood before me, hands on her hips, glaring with a fierce determination that bordered on absurdity. I sighed, keeping my tone measured. "Haley, let's be rational. We're both victims here—the one at fault is Ryan." The words barely left my mouth before she ripped off her high heel and hurled it at me. I couldn't duck in time, and the sharp chain on her heel caught my face, leaving raw, bleeding scratches. Haley's voice turned shrill, l
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 3
As Haley clutched her swollen face in alarm, a high-pitched scream escaped her. Her nose was fake, and my punch had definitely knocked it out of place. Sure enough, when she lifted her head again, her nose was skewed to one side. Paired with her grimacing expression, the sight was almost comical. I sneered, "I initially thought we were both victims here, deceived by the same guy. I even considered teaming up to make Ryan pay for his betrayal. But it turns out you're too foolish to think straight and it seems you're out for blood. If that's how you want it, don't expect me to show any mercy." I knew she was no match for me, as I had trained in Taekwondo. A few of her supporters stood frozen nearby, some even raising their cameras to capture her disheveled appearance. I glanced at the screen, watching the comments flood in. Haley, looking deranged, clawed at her own hair. "Why are you filming me? Drop your phones and beat her to a pulp!""Today I’ll show you the price of goi
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 4
"If you can fit in it, I'll consider giving you the dress. Haley, that gown is in the store's largest size. But with your figure—sorry, it's no use gifting it if it won't fit you, right? Such a shame." Haley's face twisted in disbelief, staring back at me like I had lost my mind to be this battered and still throw jabs her way. For a moment, her expression hovered in stunned silence before she raised a trembling finger, pointing at me, her lips curling into a crooked sneer. "Alright, just you wait. I'll show you." She yanked off her jacket and slipped the wedding dress over her head with a feverish kind of desperation. Two girls scrambled up beside her, trying to pull the gown wide enough to squeeze her inside. The dress stretched unnaturally, the silk straining against her curves, until the threads started to snap, audibly giving way under the pressure. But Haley didn't seem to notice or care. She twisted her body left and right, satisfied with the reflection on her phone sc
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 5
Ryan frowned, stepping forward. "Who's that, lying around here in broad daylight…?" Then he stopped short. Staring down, he recognized me, bruised and battered. "Clarice," he stammered, eyes wide with worry. "What happened to you? Who did this? Who hurt you like this?" He reached for me, his face clouded with guilt as he came to a sudden realization. "Clarice, I… Listen to me, I…" Before he could say more, Haley cut in, her voice a sharp, icy edge. "Ryan, are you really going to embrace another woman in front of me?" At her words, his body tensed. He turned toward me, his gaze shifting from concern to something colder, conflicted. He pressed his lips tight for a moment, then spoke in a tone so unfamiliar I almost didn't recognize it. "So what trouble have you gotten into now? Look at this mess—did you bully Haley?" Haley snorted. "This little tramp was trying to trap you into marrying her. If I hadn't caught her message on your phone, you'd be down on one knee by now, let
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 6
At the police station, after finishing the body examination and getting my injuries treated, I handed over the camcorder recording, ensuring every second was backed up and submitted to the police. Not long after, Mark showed up, bringing the equipment himself. Mark Price was the owner of the wedding planning company I worked for and today's unluckiest bystander. He took one look at my bruised face and didn't hesitate; he rolled up his sleeves, ready to storm the hotel. I held him back quickly. "Let the universe deal with them in its own way." Mark snorted, that rare hint of cockiness surfacing. "I don't believe in the universe. Anyone who hurts you—I'm dealing with them myself." I'd always known Mark had a special place for me in his heart. But with Ryan in the picture, I played dumb. Now that I'd seen Ryan's true colors, I couldn't understand how I'd been so blind to follow him with such devotion for so many years. Mark, on every count, outshone him. How could I have been so
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 7
It was Ryan who finally pieced things together, his mind ticking through the details I'd hinted about, the "surprise" and his boss's itinerary. He seemed to grasp the truth: this venue had been set up for his boss's wedding. And just then, the vows began, clear and echoing through the room. "Bride, do you take this man to be your husband, in sickness and health…" "Yes! Yes, I do!" Haley said eagerly. "And groom, do you take this woman to be your wife, in sickness and health…" Silence. Ryan froze, panic written across his face as his eyes darted toward the back of the stage. Haley's impatience erupted. "Ryan, what's with the silence? Are you trying to humiliate me in front of everyone? What are you even looking at?" Frustrated, she whipped around, following his gaze toward the rear of the stage—and there stood their boss and his fiancee. Dressed in their backup wedding attire, they looked impeccable, her hand looped gracefully through his arm. They were both gazing at Ryan
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 8
Ryan barely had time to get up before Haley spotted me in the corner, her face lighting up with anger. She turned to her boss's wife and pointed frantically at me. "It's her! That little tramp! She set me up! She should be the one paying for your dress!" Without a thought to her own dignity, she scrambled off the stage, hands flailing, heading straight for me. "You shameless mistress! You planned this, didn't you? You wanted to watch me and Ryan make fools of ourselves! I'm going to beat the living lights outta you—" But before her hand even reached me, Mark was already there. One hand swung back to land another punch on Ryan, and in the same breath, he threw out a vicious kick at Haley's face, sending her tumbling.Haley's "semi-fixed" nose—a hastily placed implant—shifted grotesquely, the prosthetic breaking through her skin and mixing with bits of white and yellow fat. The sight was horrifying. She staggered back, still oblivious to her collapsed nose, and stared at Mark
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"Seven years?" The boss's wife grabbed Mark's ear, pulling him close. "You brat, pining after her for seven years and keeping it from me?" "Ouch! Ow, ow!" Mark covered his ear in pain, grinning sheepishly. "But didn't I finally tell you?" The boss's wife gave him a slap on the back. "You told me about it when she was already with that loser! How was I supposed to help you steal her back?" No wonder the boss's wife had always taken aim at Ryan—she'd known all along about Mark's feelings for me. Watching the two siblings bicker, my heart warmed at their closeness. After I was discharged, I switched careers and became a designer, while Mark, now under his sister's firm grip, was pulled in to help manage his family's business empire. Meanwhile, Ryan, fired from his job, struggled to find decent work and resorted to taking odd jobs to pay off his debt.I had erased Ryan from my contact list ages ago, but like an annoying, persistent itch, he followed me wherever I went. "Clar
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 8
Ryan barely had time to get up before Haley spotted me in the corner, her face lighting up with anger. She turned to her boss's wife and pointed frantically at me. "It's her! That little tramp! She set me up! She should be the one paying for your dress!" Without a thought to her own dignity, she scrambled off the stage, hands flailing, heading straight for me. "You shameless mistress! You planned this, didn't you? You wanted to watch me and Ryan make fools of ourselves! I'm going to beat the living lights outta you—" But before her hand even reached me, Mark was already there. One hand swung back to land another punch on Ryan, and in the same breath, he threw out a vicious kick at Haley's face, sending her tumbling.Haley's "semi-fixed" nose—a hastily placed implant—shifted grotesquely, the prosthetic breaking through her skin and mixing with bits of white and yellow fat. The sight was horrifying. She staggered back, still oblivious to her collapsed nose, and stared at Mark
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 7
It was Ryan who finally pieced things together, his mind ticking through the details I'd hinted about, the "surprise" and his boss's itinerary. He seemed to grasp the truth: this venue had been set up for his boss's wedding. And just then, the vows began, clear and echoing through the room. "Bride, do you take this man to be your husband, in sickness and health…" "Yes! Yes, I do!" Haley said eagerly. "And groom, do you take this woman to be your wife, in sickness and health…" Silence. Ryan froze, panic written across his face as his eyes darted toward the back of the stage. Haley's impatience erupted. "Ryan, what's with the silence? Are you trying to humiliate me in front of everyone? What are you even looking at?" Frustrated, she whipped around, following his gaze toward the rear of the stage—and there stood their boss and his fiancee. Dressed in their backup wedding attire, they looked impeccable, her hand looped gracefully through his arm. They were both gazing at Ryan
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 6
At the police station, after finishing the body examination and getting my injuries treated, I handed over the camcorder recording, ensuring every second was backed up and submitted to the police. Not long after, Mark showed up, bringing the equipment himself. Mark Price was the owner of the wedding planning company I worked for and today's unluckiest bystander. He took one look at my bruised face and didn't hesitate; he rolled up his sleeves, ready to storm the hotel. I held him back quickly. "Let the universe deal with them in its own way." Mark snorted, that rare hint of cockiness surfacing. "I don't believe in the universe. Anyone who hurts you—I'm dealing with them myself." I'd always known Mark had a special place for me in his heart. But with Ryan in the picture, I played dumb. Now that I'd seen Ryan's true colors, I couldn't understand how I'd been so blind to follow him with such devotion for so many years. Mark, on every count, outshone him. How could I have been so
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 5
Ryan frowned, stepping forward. "Who's that, lying around here in broad daylight…?" Then he stopped short. Staring down, he recognized me, bruised and battered. "Clarice," he stammered, eyes wide with worry. "What happened to you? Who did this? Who hurt you like this?" He reached for me, his face clouded with guilt as he came to a sudden realization. "Clarice, I… Listen to me, I…" Before he could say more, Haley cut in, her voice a sharp, icy edge. "Ryan, are you really going to embrace another woman in front of me?" At her words, his body tensed. He turned toward me, his gaze shifting from concern to something colder, conflicted. He pressed his lips tight for a moment, then spoke in a tone so unfamiliar I almost didn't recognize it. "So what trouble have you gotten into now? Look at this mess—did you bully Haley?" Haley snorted. "This little tramp was trying to trap you into marrying her. If I hadn't caught her message on your phone, you'd be down on one knee by now, let
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 4
"If you can fit in it, I'll consider giving you the dress. Haley, that gown is in the store's largest size. But with your figure—sorry, it's no use gifting it if it won't fit you, right? Such a shame." Haley's face twisted in disbelief, staring back at me like I had lost my mind to be this battered and still throw jabs her way. For a moment, her expression hovered in stunned silence before she raised a trembling finger, pointing at me, her lips curling into a crooked sneer. "Alright, just you wait. I'll show you." She yanked off her jacket and slipped the wedding dress over her head with a feverish kind of desperation. Two girls scrambled up beside her, trying to pull the gown wide enough to squeeze her inside. The dress stretched unnaturally, the silk straining against her curves, until the threads started to snap, audibly giving way under the pressure. But Haley didn't seem to notice or care. She twisted her body left and right, satisfied with the reflection on her phone sc
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 3
As Haley clutched her swollen face in alarm, a high-pitched scream escaped her. Her nose was fake, and my punch had definitely knocked it out of place. Sure enough, when she lifted her head again, her nose was skewed to one side. Paired with her grimacing expression, the sight was almost comical. I sneered, "I initially thought we were both victims here, deceived by the same guy. I even considered teaming up to make Ryan pay for his betrayal. But it turns out you're too foolish to think straight and it seems you're out for blood. If that's how you want it, don't expect me to show any mercy." I knew she was no match for me, as I had trained in Taekwondo. A few of her supporters stood frozen nearby, some even raising their cameras to capture her disheveled appearance. I glanced at the screen, watching the comments flood in. Haley, looking deranged, clawed at her own hair. "Why are you filming me? Drop your phones and beat her to a pulp!""Today I’ll show you the price of goi
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 2
It all clicked in one sickening instant: it wasn't the boss who was cheating—it was Ryan! In that case, Haley had intended that slap for me after all. Haley, whom Ryan had introduced as "just a colleague," was in reality, my boyfriend's little side affair. No wonder he wasn't in any rush to marry me. No wonder he'd been running hot and cold, always finding some excuse to keep me waiting. I'd been so sure of his love, so convinced of his loyalty, I never saw it coming. And now, here I was, facing down the woman who'd been his secret.Haley stood before me, hands on her hips, glaring with a fierce determination that bordered on absurdity. I sighed, keeping my tone measured. "Haley, let's be rational. We're both victims here—the one at fault is Ryan." The words barely left my mouth before she ripped off her high heel and hurled it at me. I couldn't duck in time, and the sharp chain on her heel caught my face, leaving raw, bleeding scratches. Haley's voice turned shrill, l
She Trashed the Wrong Wedding Chapter 1
I was the wedding planner, hired to organize the wedding event for Ryan's boss and his bride-to-be. During the rehearsal, Ryan's boss, joked with me, asking how Ryan and I had been together for seven years without a single proposal in sight. "We're keeping our ceremony low-key, no banners or fuss," he laughed. "Why don't we double up on the celebration? You and Ryan could take over here in the afternoon, have yourselves a little engagement right here!" His fiancée chimed in with a smile, "Exactly! We have to head back to the old family estate around noon anyway. So we won't be here until eight in the evening. Go talk to him! Tell him to surprise you with a proposal today!" I managed a small, self-deprecating smile, unsure how to respond. Once, I used to wait eagerly, hoping Ryan would pop the question. But now, years of waiting had worn me down, and Ryan seemed no closer to making me his wife than the day we met. Noticing my dimmed expression, the bride-to-be looped her arm
