All Chapters of She Trashed the Wrong Wedding: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

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

"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

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

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