Just a few hours before my wedding, I walked in on my sister and fiancé being intimately together, turning my dream day into my worst nightmare. This type of betrayal meant I couldn’t just be mad. No, I was betrayed by the two people I trusted the most. I would devise a plan that was way more than just getting even. No one could see coming what was about to happen next… When I first started dating Mark, I could never have foreseen this outcome. We had been so alike in all aspects, a match made in heaven. Sure, there was a slight difference in our ages, but we connected in a way I had never done before with anyone else. His maturity was a good thing, and I gravitated towards it. I had no clue that he had been secretly gravitating towards someone else.  In hindsight, I should have seen it coming. Mark and my sister, Jennifer, hit it off instantly. I had been so happy about it too, as Jennifer never approved of anyone I dated before. My potential partners were always too childish, not caring enough, too much of a wuss, and the list could go on forever. However, now I knew that she wasn’t approving them for me, but for herself! She had been slick about it, too, involving herself in planning my wedding. I had never seen it coming, and I knew I was stupid for it. You see, Jennifer and I always used to have this rivalry when we were younger. She always needed to be the best in everything, and back then, I didn’t really care. I thought we had grown past it, but that had been a miscalculation on my part…  On the day of my wedding, I was ecstatic. “Today will be the start of the rest of my life,” I had said dreamily in the car to the venue. My friends and mom had been gushing at everything I had planned, but now I knew I should have paid closer attention to my sister, who had her arms crossed, giving me a forced smile that didn’t reach her eyes.  “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I had heard her say, and in my euphoria, I had thought she meant my wedding day and the attention. I could never have thought she was talking about my time with my fiance. Looking back, I should have seen the signs, the looks she had been giving him, and the way she looked for him in a room. It wasn’t until I walked in on them that my eyes were opened to their betrayal.  My hair and makeup had been done, and it was my sister’s turn. “I can look for her if you want,” both my friends and my mother had offered, but walking to ease my nerves had felt like the best course of action at the time. I had called it pre-wedding jitters, but now I know it was my gut telling me something was wrong.  I had no idea what I was walking into when I opened the door. A wedding organizer had told me she had seen my sister enter it only a few moments ago. I thought she had gone there for some privacy to maybe rehearse her maid-of-honor speech. However, as I opened the door, saying Jennifer’s name and telling her that her hair and makeup were ready for her, I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me.  As soon as my mind processed what my eyes were seeing, I screamed. As soon as I did, the two of them jumped back. Jennifer immediately fixed her dress and hair as the tint on her lips had been smeared. “Mark? Jennifer? What is the meaning of this?” I asked, my sight becoming blurry as tears started to form in my eyes.  Mark almost looked as shocked as I was, and Jennifer stepped forward, a smile on her face. My eyes turned to her as she wiped away some straying lipstick from the side of her mouth. “I’m sorry, little sister, I don’t think there will be a wedding for you today,” she said, her voice condescending as she linked her arm into Mark’s. “Mark?” I asked, giving him a pleading look, but Mark’s eyes hardened at the look of it as his other hand, with which I hoped he would shove her away, held her tighter. “How long?” I asked, and when I didn’t get an answer straight away I started yelling, not noticing the gathering crowd behind me. “How long has this been going on!” I demanded to know. Jennifer seemed to marvel at the attention, happy to be no longer on the sidelines. Happy to steal what had once been mine. “There has always been an attraction between us, so when I went to his room yesterday asking him to pick me over you, he simply couldn’t say no. You see, baby sister, Mark and I are simply a way better match.” “You went to his room?!” I yelled, my sadness and despair changing to raw and hot anger. “Yeah, I did,” she unhooked her arm from his, stepping closer towards me before she spoke her next words. “And he was very happy about the fact that I had, telling me he was simply settling for you because he couldn’t have me.”  She had stolen the air from my lungs with that, and I looked at Mark, trying to see what he was thinking, but I could only see the agreement with Jennifer’s words in his eyes. “You fucking BITCH,” I yelled as I swung for her face, my fist connecting with her cheek. She yelped at this, staggering back, and I felt triumphant, even if only for a moment.  “Diana!” I heard someone yell behind me, reprimanding me. I turned to see everyone in either of our wedding parties standing in and around the door opening. They had seen and most likely heard everything. It had been my mother yelling out my name. However, if she thought I had done my worst, she was wrong. There was much worse yet to come for the both of them.  “Diana, what have you done?!” My mother’s voice cut through the shocked silence, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You should never resort to violence!” she shouted, making me feel even smaller. I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t have any of it. “This is not how we solve problems,” she continued, her disappointment evident. “Violence only makes things worse,” she added, turning away from me to tend to Jennifer. Jennifer, holding her cheek where I hit her, looked around at everyone, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t believe Diana would do this,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. People gathered around her, asking if she was okay, their concern evident. “She just lost control,” Jennifer said, acting as if she was innocent. The sympathy she was getting made my blood boil even more. As Jennifer soaked up the sympathy, I felt my frustration grow. My mother’s disapproving glare only added fuel to the fire. “How can they all be so blind?” I thought, clenching my fists. With her fake tears and pitiful looks, Jennifer was stealing the spotlight. My mother’s glare seemed to say it all: she was disappointed in me, not in the deceitful pair who had caused this mess. “I had every reason to be angry!” I shouted, trying to make myself heard over the murmurs of concern for Jennifer. “She’s the one in the wrong here!” I pointed at Jennifer, my voice shaking with frustration. “She and Mark were making out, betraying me just hours before my wedding!” But my words seemed to fall on deaf ears, everyone still focused on comforting Jennifer. My mother’s stern look never wavered. “They were kissing!” I continued, my voice rising. “Jennifer was making out with Mark! She’s been stealing my fiancé right under my nose!” The crowd gasped, some turning to Jennifer in shock. “I saw them with my own eyes,” I said, my voice breaking. “This wasn’t just a misunderstanding. Jennifer has been betraying me, and now she’s playing the victim.” My heart pounded, knowing my next words needed to connect to the truth that was still to come. My mother sighed, shaking her head. “Diana, love is love,” she said, her voice firm. “You shouldn’t be so bitter.” I stared at her, feeling my heart break a little more. “They couldn’t help their feelings,” she added, as if that justified everything. “You’ll find someone else,” she continued, dismissing my pain. It felt like she was siding with them, and it cut deeper than I could express. I scoffed at my mother’s words, the bitterness rising within me. “Really, Mom?” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re just going to brush this off like it’s nothing?” I felt betrayed by her too, unable to believe she was defending them. “I expected more from you,” I added, my disappointment clear. The look on her face showed she was torn, but she didn’t say anything more. Mark stepped forward, looking at me apologetically. “Diana, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft. “I couldn’t control my feelings for Jennifer.” His words felt like salt in the wound. “I’m glad you found out before the wedding,” he added, as if that made it better. His apology felt hollow, a weak attempt to make himself feel better. The anger within me boiled, but I kept my composure. I turned to Mark, my eyes narrowing. “Would you have called off the wedding if I hadn’t caught you?” I demanded to know. The room fell silent, everyone waiting for his response. He hesitated, glancing at Jennifer before looking back at me. “Well?” I pressed, my voice shaking with anger. “Would you have?” The question hung in the air, the tension between us palpable. Mark sighed, his shoulders slumping. “No, I wouldn’t have,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Everything was already paid for, and everyone had arrived,” he continued, avoiding my gaze. “I felt an obligation towards them.” His words made my blood boil. “So, you were just going to go through with it, pretend everything was fine?” I asked, my voice rising. The reality of his betrayal hit me even harder. I looked Mark in the eyes, feeling a strange mix of relief and anger. “You know what? I’m glad I found out,” I said, my voice steady. “And I’m happy the wedding is canceled.” I watched his face for any sign of remorse, but all I saw was a blank stare. “Better now than later,” I added, trying to hold on to the little dignity I had left. Jennifer, still dabbing at her fake tears, turned to Mark with a glint in her eye. “Mark, why don’t we get married instead?” she suggested, her voice trembling with excitement. The room fell silent, everyone looking at her in disbelief. Even Mark seemed taken aback by her audacity. “What?” he muttered, his face a mix of shock and confusion. Her boldness left us all speechless. The audacity of Jennifer’s suggestion hung in the air, leaving everyone in stunned silence. I stared at her, my mouth agape, unable to process what she had just said. Even Mark had a shocked look on his face, as if he couldn’t believe his ears. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Jennifer’s smile didn’t waver, though, her eyes fixed on Mark. After a moment of stunned silence, Mark seemed to gather his thoughts. “You know, Jennifer, you’re right,” he said slowly, nodding. “Maybe it is time to dive into my true feelings.” His words felt like a punch to the gut. “What are you saying, Mark?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. But he didn’t look at me. His eyes were only for Jennifer now. I felt discarded and betrayed by Mark’s quick decision. He was ready to marry my sister just like that, without a second thought. My heart ached as I watched him turn his back on me so easily. “How could you do this?” I asked, my voice breaking. But he didn’t answer. His silence spoke volumes, making me feel more alone than ever before. Smiling, Jennifer turned to me with a look of twisted delight. “Diana,” she said sweetly, “since you won’t be needing it anymore, can I borrow your wedding dress?” Her words felt like a slap in the face. The audacity of her request left me momentarily speechless. I could see the smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes glinting with malice. “Are you serious?!” I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. “There’s no way I’m giving my dress to a backstabbing bitch like you!” The anger surged through me, my hands shaking. Jennifer’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. “You’ve taken enough from me,” I spat, my voice full of venom. “You don’t get to take my dress too.” My mother’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Diana, that’s enough!” she scolded, her tone stern. “You’re acting like a child.” I turned to her, my anger turning to disbelief. “Mom, she betrayed me!” I cried, but she shook her head. “Remember, your father and I paid for that dress,” she reminded me, her eyes narrowing. “You need to calm down.” To my shock, my mother turned to Jennifer and nodded. “She’s right, Diana. You won’t be needing the dress anymore,” she said, her voice cold and matter-of-fact. “Jennifer can use it.” My heart sank, the betrayal cutting deeper. “How can you say that?” I asked, my voice trembling. But she didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on Jennifer with a look of approval. I glanced at the door, where my friends stood, their faces mirroring the shock and disbelief I felt. Their eyes wide, mouths slightly open, they looked as flabbergasted as I did. “Can you believe this?” I whispered, my voice breaking. They shook their heads, unable to find the words. It was clear they were as stunned by my mother’s agreement as I was, adding to the surrealness of the moment. Then Louise, my best friend, stepped up, her eyes blazing with anger. “Jennifer might have stolen Mark,” she said, her voice strong and unwavering, “but she will not steal Diana’s dream dress.” She glared at my sister and mother, daring them to argue. “This is beyond cruel,” Louise continued, standing between Jennifer and me. Her words filled me with a sense of validation and relief. Jennifer rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Grow up, Diana,” she snapped, trying to brush past me. “You’re acting like a spoiled child.” She turned to leave the room, but Louise wasn’t having it. “You’re not taking that dress,” Louise said firmly, blocking her path. Jennifer huffed in frustration, but it was clear she wasn’t going to win this battle easily. Louise looked at me, her eyes full of determination. “I’ll make sure she never sees that dress,” she promised before running off. Jennifer watched her go, her face a mix of irritation and disbelief. “What is she going to do?” Jennifer muttered, shaking her head. I felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing Louise had my back in this moment of betrayal and chaos. With Louise gone, I turned to the others, trying to stall them from leaving. “Wait,” I said, raising my voice to get their attention. “We’re not done here.” I saw confusion and hesitation in their eyes, but they stayed put. “We need to sort this out,” I insisted, holding my ground. The room was tense, everyone waiting to see what would happen next. As I stood there, some family members began to voice their opinions. “Mark was too old for you anyway,” one aunt said dismissively. “It’s in poor taste for the youngest to marry before the oldest,” another added, their words dripping with judgment. Their criticism stung, but I stood my ground. “You don’t understand,” I replied, my voice steady. Their lack of support only fueled my resolve to take action. I left the room, my mind racing. Formulating a plan of my own, I vowed that they would face my wrath before the day ended. They thought they could humiliate me and get away with it, but they were wrong. I would make sure Jennifer’s wedding day would be anything but perfect. Determined and focused, I knew exactly what I needed to do next. I headed to my dressing room, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and determination. Once inside, I found the makeup and hair artist. “Thank you for your time, but you can go home now,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. She looked at me, confused, but didn’t argue. As she packed up her things, I felt a strange sense of empowerment. This was just the beginning. As the artist left, a surge of empowerment washed over me. I was ready to take control of the situation. Jennifer might think she had won, but I was going to ensure her wedding day was a nightmare. My mind buzzed with ideas, each one more satisfying than the last. I was done being the victim. It was time to fight back and reclaim my dignity. The door creaked open, and my dad walked in, his face solemn. “Diana, I’m so sorry,” he said softly. “I feel terrible about your mother and sister’s behavior.” His words brought a lump to my throat. Seeing his genuine sadness made my heart ache. “I don’t know what to say,” he continued, looking at me with sorrowful eyes. “You didn’t deserve any of this.” Without a word, I ran into his arms, the floodgates opening. “Dad, it hurts so much,” I cried, my voice muffled against his chest. He held me tightly, letting me sob out my frustration and hurt. “I know, sweetheart, I know,” he whispered, rubbing my back. His embrace was the comfort I desperately needed. As I cried, I began to form a new plan, knowing I couldn’t do it alone. Mi papá me miró con preocupación. “¿Quieres irte?” preguntó suavemente. Sacudí la cabeza y me sequé las lágrimas. “No, papá. Necesito tu ayuda”, dije, mi voz se tranquilizó. “Tengo un plan, pero no puedo hacerlo solo”. Él asintió, con comprensión en sus ojos. “Lo que necesites, Diana”, respondió, y su apoyo me dio fuerzas. “Estoy aquí para ti.” Knowing my dad was in my corner gave me a renewed sense of purpose and determination. I took a deep breath, feeling more focused than ever. “We’re going to make sure Jennifer regrets today,” I said, my resolve hardening. “Are you with me?” My dad nodded firmly. “Absolutely,” he said. With his support, I knew I could execute my plan perfectly. I took a deep breath and explained my plan to my dad, outlining every detail. He listened intently, occasionally nodding. “Are you sure about this, Diana?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. I met his gaze, my eyes full of determination. “Yes, I’m sure,” I said firmly. “They need to understand the consequences of their actions.” My dad sighed but nodded in agreement. With a determined look, I confirmed my resolve. “This is the only way,” I said confidently. My dad studied my face, then nodded. “Alright, if this is what you want, I’ll help,” he said. His agreement solidified my plan. “Thank you, Dad,” I said, feeling a surge of gratitude. “We’ll do this together.” He gave me a reassuring smile before heading out to play his part. My dad left to play his part in the plan, and I felt a surge of adrenaline. I had to take action to disturb the peace at the venue even more. With determined steps, I started moving through the venue, creating subtle disruptions. People began to notice, whispering among themselves. The chaos was beginning to unfold, and I knew it was only the start of what was to come. I moved quickly, seeking out everyone I had hired for the wedding. “Thank you for your services, but you can leave now,” I said firmly, one by one. They looked confused but complied. “Is everything alright?” one asked. “Just a change of plans,” I replied curtly. As they packed up, I felt a grim satisfaction. This was the first step in my plan to reclaim control. Suddenly, my sister ran up to me, her face red with anger. “Diana, you have no right to send people away!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the hall. I turned to face her, my own anger simmering beneath the surface. “Oh, I have every right,” I shot back, my voice steady. “You and Mark made this mess, now deal with the consequences.” Jennifer’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “I have every right,” I repeated, my voice growing louder. “Mark and I used my savings for this wedding, not his.” Her face paled, and I continued, “You think you can just take over and everything will be fine? Think again.” The power in my voice felt liberating, as if I was finally taking control. “I’m suing Mark for the wedding expenses,” I declared, my voice carrying through the room. Jennifer’s jaw dropped. “What?” she gasped. “You can’t do that!” I smirked, holding up my phone. “I have proof of his infidelity,” I said, showing the incriminating messages and photos. “He’s not getting away with this, and neither are you.” The shock on her face was priceless. Mark burst into the room, hearing the commotion. “What’s going on?” he demanded, looking between Jennifer and me. “I’ll pay for everything,” he offered desperately. “Just let the wedding personnel stay.” I shook my head, my resolve unwavering. “No, Mark,” I said coldly. “You can’t buy your way out of this. They’re leaving, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He looked defeated, knowing he had lost. Jennifer glared at me, her hands on her hips. “Why are you being so difficult?” she demanded. “You should be happy for me. I finally found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Her words were meant to hurt, but they only fueled my resolve. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for a reaction, but I had something better in mind. I smiled at Jennifer’s words, a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Are you sure about that?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I saw the nervous look on Mark’s face, his eyes darting around the room. Jennifer’s confidence wavered for a moment as she glanced at him, uncertainty creeping into her expression. The tension in the room was palpable, everyone holding their breath. Sirens approachingBefore Jennifer could answer, the faint sound of sirens reached our ears. Mark paled at the sound, his face turning ashen. Jennifer looked confused, her brow furrowing. “What’s wrong, Mark?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry. He didn’t answer, his eyes wide with fear. The sirens grew louder, and I could see the panic setting in. The moment I had been waiting for was almost here. The police arrived with their blue lights flashing, casting an eerie glow over the venue. My father escorted them inside, his face set in grim determination. He pointed towards Mark, and the officers moved quickly. The room erupted in whispers and gasps as the realization set in. Mark stood frozen, his eyes wide with terror. Jennifer looked between us, confusion etched on her face. I smirked at Mark, my eyes cold. “Your little secret is no longer hidden,” I said, watching him pale even more. The police moved in, handcuffing him and reading him his rights. He looked at me, his eyes pleading, but I felt no sympathy. As they dragged him away, Jennifer screamed for an explanation, but I ignored her. “I’ll see you both in court,” I said, my voice steady and unwavering. Jennifer, confused and demanding an explanation, followed me as I turned away. “What’s going on? Why are the police here?” she shouted, her voice frantic. I ignored her, my focus elsewhere. “I’ll see you both in court,” I said over my shoulder, my tone icy. She tried to grab my arm, but I shook her off. Her confusion only fueled my determination. As I walked away, I couldn’t resist adding one last barb. “You can be happily married to someone in jail,” I said, leaving her speechless. Jennifer’s face fell, the reality of the situation starting to sink in. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. The shock and disbelief on her face were exactly what I had hoped for. The guests began whispering among themselves, their curiosity piqued. “What did Mark do?” someone murmured. “Why are the police taking him away?” another asked. Jennifer was left in the dark, her confusion growing with every passing second. She looked around, desperate for answers, but none came. The murmurs grew louder, the crowd buzzing with speculation and intrigue. I turned to the gathered guests, taking a deep breath. “Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice steady. “I apologize for the unexpected turn of events.” The room fell silent, all eyes on me. “Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is officially canceled,” I announced. There were gasps and murmurs, but I continued, “However, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the reception if you wish.” The shock of my announcement settled over the room. “The wedding is officially canceled,” I repeated, making sure everyone understood. “But please, feel free to enjoy the reception.” I watched as the guests processed my words, some nodding, others still in shock. Jennifer looked around in confusion and desperation, unable to grasp the situation fully. I could see her world crumbling, and it gave me a grim sense of satisfaction. Jennifer looked around in confusion and desperation, her eyes wide and searching. “What’s happening?” she kept asking, but no one answered. The guests avoided her gaze, whispering among themselves. Her face turned pale as the realization slowly began to dawn on her. She was left standing there, helpless and lost. The betrayal she had inflicted was now coming back to haunt her, and there was no escaping it. I held my head high, feeling a sense of triumph and justice as I took control of the situation. The weight of the betrayal lifted, replaced by a newfound strength. I had faced the worst and emerged stronger. The looks of sympathy and admiration from the guests reassured me that I had made the right decision. This was my moment, and I was determined to own it. With my dad waiting by the door, I grabbed his arm and together we left the venue. As we walked out, I felt a surge of relief and freedom. I was ready to start a new chapter in my life, one without Jennifer or Mark. “You did the right thing,” my dad said, squeezing my arm. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions but knowing that better days were ahead.