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My Younger Sister Stole My Fiancé – But I Got the Ultimate Revenge at Her Wedding
I never imagined my own sister would betray me. But there she stood, glowing in a white gown, about to marry the man I had once called my fiancé.
Jake and I had been together for five years. I thought we were perfect—until I found out he had been cheating on me with my younger sister, Emily. The betrayal cut deep. When they announced their engagement just months after my heartbreak, my parents begged me to forgive them.
“You can’t hold onto anger forever,” my mother had said.
But I wasn’t angry. I was patient.
Emily invited me to the wedding out of guilt, expecting me to decline. Instead, I accepted with a smile. She thought my presence meant I had moved on. In reality, I had a plan.
On the wedding day, I sat in the front row, watching Emily beam as she stood before Jake. The officiant began speaking, asking if anyone objected. I waited a beat, then stood up.
“I have something to say,” I announced, my voice steady.
Gasps filled the room. Emily’s face turned pale. Jake shifted uncomfortably.
“I wasn’t going to do this,” I continued, reaching into my purse. “But I think it’s only fair everyone knows the truth.”
I pulled out a stack of printed screenshots—messages exchanged between Jake and another woman. Explicit, undeniable proof that he had been cheating on Emily, just as he had on me.
Emily snatched the papers, her hands shaking as she read them. The color drained from her face.
“This… this isn’t real,” she whispered.
“Oh, it’s very real,” I said, turning to the stunned guests. “Jake has been seeing another woman for months. And Emily, he’s been telling her the same things he once told me—that you’re ‘just a phase.’”
A murmur swept through the crowd. My mother covered her mouth in shock. Jake stepped forward, furious.
“You’re lying,” he spat.
I raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t you check your phone? Maybe you’ll find some new messages from her.”
Emily fumbled with Jake’s phone, unlocking it with trembling fingers. As soon as she scrolled, her expression crumbled. Tears welled in her eyes.
“You promised me,” she choked.
Jake stammered, trying to explain, but it was over. Emily ripped off her veil and threw it at him before storming out. The guests whispered, some even laughing. The perfect wedding had turned into a perfect disaster.
As I walked past Jake, I leaned in and whispered, “Karma’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it?”
With that, I left, my head high.
Revenge had never tasted sweeter.
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