Blurb：
On her wedding day, Chloe is abandoned by her fiancé Carter for Stella, the woman she replaced. Humiliated and desperate, she turns to her longtime best friend Liam, only to face his cold rejection. As Carter publicly shames her and Liam watches indifferently, Chloe's world collapses. But when she decides to walk away from them all, their panic begins. This emotional rollercoaster explores love, betrayal, and revenge with characters like Chloe, Liam, Carter, and Stella at the center of a dramatic love triangle. Perfect for fans of angsty romance and strong female leads seeking redemption.Content：
On my wedding day, my fiancé was a no-show. His reason: the girl he was supposed to marry, the one I replaced, was having a depressive episode.As the silence in the grand hall stretched into an eternity, I called the man who'd been my shadow, my best friend for the last decade. The one who'd told me he loved me a thousand times.
"Liam," I said, my voice dangerously steady. "If you get here now, I'll marry you instead."
A dry, cold laugh came through the phone. "You really think you're all that, don't you?"
Before I could process the sting, another voice bled through the line—a delicate, trembling soprano.
"Liam," she whispered, "are you going to leave me, too?"
It was Stella. Of course, it was Stella.
Half an hour later, two men stormed into the reception hall.
My fiancé, Carter, marched up to me. In front of hundreds of guests, his hand cracked across my face.
"Stella is in so much pain, and all you can think about is your goddamn wedding?" he snarled, his voice vibrating with rage. "Do you even have a heart?"
The blow sent me stumbling backward. I wasn't used to the heels, the weight of the dress. I crashed into the ten-tier wedding cake, a humiliating explosion of buttercream and jam. A clown in a ruined gown.
I looked up, my eyes searching for Liam. He stood by the entrance, hands shoved in his pockets, a flicker of disgust in his eyes.
Even my own parents marched toward me, their faces etched with disappointment.
"A wedding can be rescheduled, Chloe," my father said, his voice tight with authority. "Stella's health is not something we can afford to delay."
But when I finally decided to give up on all of them, they were the ones who panicked.
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The slap from Carter's hand was still ringing in my ears as I tried to peel myself away from the wreckage of the cake. Sticky cream and fruit filling soaked into the custom-designed silk of my wedding dress. My gaze instinctively flew to Liam.
His eyes, the eyes that had always looked at me with warmth, were now filled with a deep, chilling contempt. He scanned me from head to toe, his voice cold as ice.
"Chloe, you've gone too far this time," he said. "Stella is having a breakdown. This is life or death. And you choose now to throw a tantrum? Have you no humanity?"
A sharp, stinging pain radiated from my cheek. I saw a single drop of blood land on the white satin of my skirt. I touched my nose; my fingers came away wet and warm.
"Carter, are you insane?" I whispered.
He let out a bitter laugh. "If it weren't for Stella—if she, in her kindness, hadn't begged me with tears in her eyes to come here and go through with this farce—do you think I would have shown up at all?"
He violently yanked a glass from the bottom of the champagne tower, sending the entire structure crashing down in a symphony of shattering crystal. With his other hand, he grabbed a bottle, held it over my head, and let the golden liquid cascade down, soaking my hair, my dress, my skin.
When the bottle was empty, I was a drenched, pathetic mess.
He smashed the bottle on the floor, then crouched down, his face inches from mine.
"You wanted to get married, right?" he hissed. "Here. A wedding toast."
He still had the glass he'd salvaged. It was full. With a brutal flick of his wrist, he flung its contents into my face.
The liquid dripped down my chin. I couldn't tell what was champagne and what was blood.
He stood up, towering over me. "Satisfied, my lawfully wedded wife?"
And Liam, my childhood friend, just watched. Hands in his pockets, an impassive spectator at the circus.
A murmur rippled through the guests. My parents finally pushed through the crowd. For a fleeting, foolish moment, I thought they were coming to defend me.
My mother didn't even look at me. Her eyes were wide with panic. "Where is my Stella?" she demanded, her voice frantic. "You know how fragile she is! How could you both leave her to come here? Tell me where she is! If anything happens to her, I swear, I won't go on living!"
My father took the microphone from the stunned officiant.
"My apologies, everyone," he announced, his voice strained but firm. "There has been a small family emergency. The wedding is canceled for today. All gifts will be returned. I offer my sincerest apologies to all our friends and family who came to celebrate with us."
He set the microphone down and turned to Carter, his face a grim mask. "Take us to Stella. Now."
He never once glanced in my direction. The tremor in his voice betrayed a desperate anxiety he couldn't quite conceal.
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