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When I unlocked Lorian’s phone, the first thing I spotted was his pinned WhatsApp contact-“Jocelyn” with a little heart emoji next to it.

I tapped on their conversation, heart pounding.

Beyond the cute emoji responses were dozens of surveillance videos–of my bedroom.

My private moments captured like I was some kind of lab specimen.

The messages underneath cut deeper than any knife could.

“Like I promised, babe, this is all about payback. I’ll play these videos at the wedding ceremony. After that, Sylvia will be completely erased from the Lancelot family picture. And it’ll be just you and me–the way it should’ve been all along.”

“Before you become Mrs. Lancelot, I’m clearing out all the obstacles. Nothing but happiness ahead for us.”

Jocelyn, baby, I love you. Always have.”

I glanced up at the teddy bear he’d given me six years ago, sitting innocently on my shelf. In the dim light, its eyes seemed to glow with a creepy red light.

So that was it. From day one, he’d been plotting how to get rid of me–just another “obstacle” in his path.

God, I was pathetic–drowning in his fake promises, thinking I was living some fairy tale.

I clicked through to Lorian’s private photo album. It was stuffed with pictures of him and Jocelyn

together.

Their relationship chronicled from college to now–a complete timeline of their actual love story.

“swamped with work,

Jocelyn had gotten

second chat in his messages was with a wedding planner. This whole wedding had

six freaking

the damn fork selection, Lorian had personally micromanaged

detail.

videos had been edited by him–scenes carefully

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purpose: to completely expose our “inappropriate relationship” at

me burn.

the shower turn off. Then I booked

days.

shut up about his

of being annoyed but casually agreed, setting the wedding

my trembling fingers and clattered against my plate.

after that.

dinner, Mom pulled me into her

you dead set on joining the company with your brother? Have you told him you’re

graying hair,

don’t tell

leave here, just be happy with Mr. Lancelot. Don’t care about what others

remarry. No matter what Lorian thought, my mother never

her reward for trying

bedroom, Lorian was already sprawled on my bed like

me into his arms, lips brushing against my ear

make me melt.

public with us. The wedding’s just for show–it’s

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