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.