Wedding Eve Betrayal

My bachelorette weekend in Napa was a dream, my wedding to Ethan just hours away. I reached for what I thought was my tablet, but it was my bridesmaid Chloe's – and her private blog was open. "Ava's Wedding Eve – The Final Act." Every entry was a chilling testament to her calculated cruelty. Within moments, my fairytale crumbled. My fiancé, Ethan, was rushing to comfort Chloe, barely acknowledging me. My step-brother Derek accused me of threats. My mentee Liam branded me a bully. They all believed her staged tears, her false narratives, her perfect victim act. I watched my closest relationships systematically destroyed by her lies. How could everyone I loved, the men I trusted, be so utterly blind? How could I, the bride-to-be, be framed as the manipulative villain overnight? The sheer injustice was suffocating, a nightmare unfolding in broad daylight. But I wouldn't stand by and let my life be stolen. There, in the crowded bar, watching them turn against me, I declared the wedding off. This wasn't the end; it was the beginning of my fight to expose the truth, no matter the cost.