Exposing My Cheating Fiancée At Our Wedding

On the night before our wedding, I was scrolling through Instagram when I saw a post from Audrey’s male secretary, Christian. He was wearing the custom wedding suit that was supposed to be mine, his face pressed intimately against Audrey’s. The caption read: [My bride is so beautiful today.] I clicked "like" and left a comment: "Congratulations. Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness." Within seconds, Audrey’s call came through. She yelled at me, her voice dripping with irritation. "Nathan, don't be so petty. You two are basically the same size. I just asked him to try on the suit for you. What’s the big deal? Stop talking nonsense. It’s not like I’m calling off the wedding." If this were the old me, I would have immediately ordered a huge bouquet of red roses and driven through the night to apologize and beg for her forgiveness. But now, I realized it wasn't worth it. Whether it was a suit or love, once it was soiled by someone else, I didn't want it anymore. When Audrey finally came home, I had just finished tearing down all the wedding decorations in the living room. Our wedding was in three days. Our friends had spent hours decorating this place to surprise us. I had planned to give Audrey a beautiful surprise. I had prepared a candlelit dinner and bought her favorite red roses. But all I got was that picture of her and Christian cuddled up together on Instagram. Audrey kicked off her high heels carelessly. She walked over to me, casting a cold glance at the colorful ribbons and balloons piled on the floor. "I was only gone for one night, Nathan. Why did you clutter the house with all this trash?" Audrey had extreme OCD and hated seeing the house messy. But she never cleaned up after herself. Ever since we started dating, I was the one who kept the place spotless. In the past, I would have hugged her, gently explained my surprise, and pulled out some cute little gift like a magician. But today, I said nothing. I silently swept the "trash" into a storage box. While I was cleaning, Audrey’s phone rang. It was Christian. Acting as if I wasn't even in the room, she giggled into the phone. "It's just a suit, Christian. If you like it so much, you can keep it." I didn’t hear what he said next, but she playfully whispered, "Oh, stop it, you're terrible." I accidentally knocked over a water glass, making a sharp clink. Only then did Audrey turn around, startled. She quickly hung up the phone and glared at me with annoyance. "When did you get back? Why didn't you make a sound? Were you eavesdropping on my call?" I didn't want to argue. I turned to walk out, but Audrey stepped in front of me, blocking the door. She pouted and looked at me. "Aren't we supposed to go to City Hall to get our marriage license today? I literally skipped my company's annual gala for this. Don't you dare flake on me." It was strange. I didn't feel the excitement or joy I thought I would. On the drive to City Hall, I kept my face cold, staring out the window. My mind was a chaotic mess. We had been together for five years. When did we start drifting so far apart? Suddenly, a familiar ringtone broke the silence. I looked at the car screen. The caller ID flashed: [The Handsomest Husband in the World] That used to be my exclusive ringtone and caller ID. Now, it belonged to another man. As for who that man was, it was painfully obvious. Audrey scrambled to reject the call. She turned to me, her voice rushed as she explained. "We had a team-building event last week. I lost a game of Truth or Dare, and they changed the contact name to tease me. I forgot to change it back." "Okay," I murmured, looking back out the window. Suddenly, everything became crystal clear in my heart. "Pull over," I said. Audrey looked at me, confused. "What now? It's just a contact name, Nathan. Even if you're jealous, pick your time and place!" So, to her, my broken heart was just a childish tantrum. Before I could speak, her phone rang again. She answered it immediately. Christian's weak, fragile voice echoed through the car speaker. He said he caught a cold from the chilly wind by the river last night and was now at the hospital on an IV drip. Audrey slammed on the brakes. Her face turned pale with worry as she asked him how bad it was. Then, she threw the car keys into my lap and ran across the street without looking back. "I can tell you're not in the mood to get the license today anyway. I have an emergency to handle. We'll do it another day!" I watched her figure disappear into the crowd. I looked down at the keys in my hand and let out a bitter laugh. The traffic light turned green. The drivers behind me began honking their horns furiously. I simply stepped out of the car, leaving the luxury sedan idling in the middle of the busy intersection, and walked away. That evening, Audrey slammed the front door open, furious. She marched up to me and threw a handful of traffic tickets in my face. "Nathan! Are you insane? You left my car in the middle of the road in broad daylight! I had to spend two hours at the police station resolving this!"Two years ago, I was in a terrible car accident. I had thrown myself in front of a speeding truck to save Audrey. I almost lost my life, and the trauma left me completely unable to drive. Even now, there was a jagged, ten-inch scar running down my back. She knew about my PTSD. She knew I couldn't drive. Yet, she had left me alone in the car on a busy road. Her actions had already shown me the brutal truth. I was just the one refusing to see it. Seeing my cold expression, Audrey sighed, her tone softening slightly. She sat down next to me, pulled a brand-new tie from her designer bag, and handed it to me. "The wedding is the day after tomorrow. I picked this out specifically for you. Want to try it on?" She took out the red-and-black plaid tie and reached out to loop it around my neck. I put my hand up and pushed her away. I had seen that tie in her back seat earlier today. At the time, I actually thought it was a surprise for me—until I saw the handwritten card tucked inside the shopping bag. [To my knight, Christian, who always protects me.] It was signed: Love always, Audrey. Why would I want a secondhand gift that another man didn't want? Audrey didn’t expect me to reject it. She frowned, her patience wearing thin. "Nathan, that's enough. You're getting upset over every little thing lately. Are you even a man?" "So, in your eyes, these are just 'little things'?" I asked quietly. Taking Christian to try on my custom wedding suit, letting the tailor mistake him for the groom. Leaving me stranded in the middle of traffic, knowing I can't drive. And now, offering me a tie that was meant for another man. Audrey saw absolutely nothing wrong with her behavior. She looked at me high and mighty. "Aren't they? The wedding is in two days, and you're choosing this exact moment to pick a fight. Is this still about my parents asking for that $300,000 marriage fund? “ “You made your mother sell your family ranch to get that money, and you're still holding a grudge, aren't you? Is that why you're giving me this attitude?" When I proposed, Audrey's parents had suddenly demanded a $300,000 "marriage security fund" as a financial guarantee, claiming it was for our future security. My parents were desperate to help us, especially since the demand came right after my expensive hospital stay from the car accident. My mother had no choice but to sell our ancestral ranch. They gave Audrey the full amount. Audrey took the money, claiming she would invest it in a joint startup under both our names. But to this day, I didn't even know where her office was located. I kept my face expressionless and said softly, "Believe whatever you want." With that, I walked into the bedroom. Audrey followed me, her face dark with anger. But before she could speak, her phone rang. It was Christian. She glanced at the screen, immediately turned on her heel, and headed for the door. She threw a cold remark over her shoulder. "Take some time to think about your attitude!" I didn't care anymore. I lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. The next morning, I was awakened by the clattering of plates from the kitchen. I walked out to find a table loaded with a steaming, delicious breakfast spread. Audrey was just untying her apron. She smiled warmly when she saw me. "My parents just landed this morning, and the rest of my family is already at the hotel. I arranged for them to stay nearby." "I made this breakfast just for you. Let's eat and go greet them together, okay?" We had been together for five years, and I never knew Audrey could cook. That was, until I saw the empty takeout boxes from a Michelin-starred restaurant in the trash can, and recalled the photo Christian had posted on Snapchat last night. The dishes on our table were identical to the ones in his photo. I chose not to swallow my pride this time. As Audrey sat across from me with a bright smile, I looked her in the eyes. "Don't you get tired of eating the exact same meal twice in a row?""What?" Audrey froze, her hand holding the fork hovering in mid-air. I met her startled gaze and turned my phone screen toward her, showing her Christian's Snapchat post. Audrey opened her mouth, her eyes shifting guiltily. "Christian has a sensitive stomach, so we barely touched the food last night. Since it was already paid for, I didn't want it to go to waste, so I packaged it up." She spoke with such righteousness, making it seem like I was the one being unreasonable. I took a deep breath. My appetite was completely gone. Audrey took a sip of her orange juice and tried to explain. "Christian actually gave me his resignation letter. He's moving abroad for his master's degree after our wedding. “ “I only had dinner with him last night because I'm his boss and his friend. It was just a normal farewell. Plus, he's sick and has no family here. He's quite pitiful." "Nathan, please don't let irrelevant people ruin what we have, okay?" She knelt in front of me, taking my hands in hers, her eyes filled with gentle pleading. My throat tightened, and a heavy weight pressed onto my chest. In the end, I said nothing. I dumped the entire breakfast into the trash can and walked out to the car to go to the hotel with her. When we arrived, Audrey's parents and her extended family were already standing outside the lobby. I tried to put on a polite smile, but before I could walk up, I heard her Aunt Clara loud voice. "Audrey! Where is Nathan? Didn't that boy promise he’d have a few drinks with your uncle today?" I froze in my tracks. Audrey's father quickly grabbed Aunt Clara's arm and whispered something in her ear. Aunt Clara slapped her thigh and laughed embarrassedly. "Oh, look at me! My eyes must be failing me in my old age. I didn't even recognize you, Nathan!" The atmosphere turned incredibly awkward. Audrey’s mother stepped in to smooth things over, and the group shuffled into the private dining room. But as soon as we sat down, Christian walked in. The moment he entered, the stiff atmosphere in the room instantly vanished. The waiter brought in bottles of whiskey and wine. Christian raised his glass, immediately laughing and drinking with the elders like he was part of the family. Meanwhile, I was left sitting in the corner, completely ignored. Audrey squeezed my hand under the table, whispering guiltily, "I know you're allergic to alcohol, Nathan. “ “But my uncles love to drink, and I didn't want them to feel ignored. That's why I asked Christian to come and help." I nodded calmly and stood up, grabbing my coat. "You guys have fun. I won't ruin the mood." Suddenly, I remembered last month when Audrey said she was going on a business trip. I saw her train ticket was to her hometown. I had offered to go with her to visit her family, but she had flatly refused. She said she was strictly there for business, wouldn't have time to keep me company, and told me not to make a mess of things. Now I realized that during that "business trip," she had brought Christian to meet her family. And under the proud gaze of her relatives, she had let everyone believe Christian was her fiancé. Every single one of these "little things" was suffocating me. Audrey chased me out of the private room, her face twisted in a deep frown. "My entire family is in there! Where do you think you're going?" "You have Christian to keep them company. Isn't that enough?" Hearing this, Audrey's face darkened with impatience. "What are you talking about? It's your own fault for being useless and allergic to alcohol! If you could drink, I wouldn't have had to call Christian!" "Why are you being so dramatic? Do you even want to get married or what?" The last time we had a massive fight, it was over the $300,000 marriage fund. My parents had convinced me that Audrey was a good girl, that we had been through five years of ups and downs, and that if I let her go, I might never find true love again. But now, I realized that some people are meant to be let go. I looked at her face—so familiar yet so incredibly strange—and spoke clearly. "You're right. I don't want to get married anymore."The impatience on Audrey's face shattered into pure shock. Her voice shook. "What did you say? Nathan, have you lost your mind?" My heart was as still as dead water. I didn't care what she thought. I turned and walked toward the hotel exit. Audrey chased me for a few steps, her voice desperate. "My whole family is here! If you cancel the wedding now, you're doing this just to humiliate me!" Just then, Christian's voice called out from behind, asking Audrey to come back inside. She bit her lip, turned around, and walked back to the dining room without another word. I wasn't even surprised. Late that night, Audrey came home smelling of alcohol. She climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around me from behind. Her tears soaked through my shirt. "Nathan, please don't leave me, okay? I promise I'll cut off all contact with Christian." "We've been together for five years. Are we really going to end things over someone who doesn't matter? I don't know how to live without you." They say drunk words are sober thoughts. But right now, I couldn't care less if she was actually drunk or just putting on a show. I got out of bed, fetched a warm, damp towel, and gently wiped her face. Audrey grabbed my hand, her eyes watery as she looked up at me. "Nathan, we're not breaking up, right?" "Get some rest," I said quietly. "We have to wake up early for the wedding makeup tomorrow." Taking my words as a promise, Audrey closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, finally at peace. I didn't sleep a wink. When the groomsmen arrived the next morning, I rubbed my temples, put on my suit, and got ready. According to the plan, we went to the hotel to pick up the bride. To my lack of surprise, when I opened the door, Christian was standing right next to Audrey, who was wearing a beautiful silk bridal robe. He was gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Even when he saw me and my groomsmen enter, he didn't pull away. "Hey, Nathan! You're finally here," Christian smirked. "I was just teasing Audrey, saying I thought you might run away and leave her at the altar!" I didn't answer. I went through the motions of the pre-wedding photos and walked Audrey down to the bridal car. On the way to the venue, Christian slid into the back seat of our limo. He was holding Audrey's spare coat. After closing the door, he turned to me with an apologetic smile. "You don't mind, do you, Nathan? I don't really know the other guests, so it would have been awkward for me to ride in the other cars." I waved my hand dismissively. "It’s fine." I was completely silent during the ride. The driver up front joked that I was just nervous, and I merely nodded. The woman I was marrying was no longer the girl I loved. There was no reason to be nervous. Audrey took my hand, interlacing her fingers with mine, a serene smile on her face. "Nathan, I'm so happy. Today is going to be the happiest day of my life." I pulled my gaze back from the window and looked at her perfectly made-up face. I could see a faint, faded hickey on the side of her neck, barely covered by concealer. I could guarantee that today would indeed be the most unforgettable day of her life. But it would not be the happiest. Soon, we arrived at the venue. The wedding coordinator started the romantic music. The guests held their breath as the doors opened for the bridal entrance. I stood on the stage, holding the microphone. Under the expectant gaze of hundreds of guests, I spoke. "Everyone, please wait. I have an announcement to make."