Chloe, my younger sister, always outshone me, but stealing my fiancé, Mark, was her lowest blow. I found them in my bed, her taunting “Checkmate” echoing as Mark fumbled excuses. My wedding plans crumbled, and they became a couple. I escaped town, piecing myself back together with a new pet and remote work. A year later, Chloe’s wedding invitation arrived, a bold move to flaunt her win. I accepted, not to sulk, but to ensure her betrayal wouldn’t go unanswered.
The venue dazzled with elegant decor, but the whispers followed me. I ignored the ceremony, knowing Mark’s devotion was a facade. Chloe glowed, thinking she’d won. At the reception, as their love story played on a screen, I swapped in my flash drive. Suddenly, Mark’s voice boomed: “Chloe’s nothing to me, Paige!” Security footage showed his tearful pleas after I caught them. The crowd froze; Chloe’s smile vanished. More clips revealed their secret meetups in my home, laughing at my expense.
Guests gasped; Chloe claimed it was fake, but Mark’s guilt betrayed them. She pushed for dinner, but the mood was ruined. Then, Noah, my partner, emerged from the waitstaff. He’d joined the catering team to support me, wary of Chloe’s spite. Kneeling, he offered a ring. “Will you marry me, Paige?” he asked. The room buzzed. Chloe shrieked, “Not here!” but I said, “Yes!” Her theft of Mark, a liar, paled against Noah’s loyalty. I walked out, her anger irrelevant. In a late-night diner, Noah shared fries, confessing he’d waited for my heart to mend. His proposal was perfect, proving true love outshines revenge.