Revenge at the wedding
Chapter 1
Halfway through the wedding, my cousin,
Tiffany, unleashed a scandalous video of me
and eight guys. The room erupted. I insisted it
was fake, but nobody believed me. My
husband, Mark, was livid. He slapped me
hard. My in–laws were mortified, practically
screaming for me to die. I broke down,
lunging at Tiffany, demanding answers. She
just smirked, tripped me, and I tumbled off
the balcony.
After I died, Tiffany sobbed, “It was a
deepfake, I just wanted to pull a prank!” “I
never imagined my sister would kill herself.
It’s all my fault!”
Mark, his anger gone, put an arm around
Tiffany and sighed, “She’s the one to blame!
You’re carrying our child, you shouldn’t get so
worked up ”
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Then I woke up. The day before the wedding.
One:
“Cousin, I just wanted your wedding to be
perfect, so I had to change the bridesmaid
dress last minute. You won’t be mad, right?”
Tiffany batted her eyelashes, fishing for
reassurance. I didn’t answer right away. I
stared at my reflection – whole, alive. But the
agony of that ten–story fall onto concrete
was real. I was back, reborn, a day before the
wedding.
Last time, Tiffany’s speech at the wedding
had me bawling. But instead of childhood
photos, she played that video. The room went
silent, then exploded. Everyone gossiped.
Mark and his parents were furious, attacking
- me.
Tiffany, feigning shock, stammered, “Sis, I
didn’t mean to! I thought I deleted that video.”
That made it sound like the video was real.
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I didn’t understand why she’d do this. I went
crazy, demanding answers, only to be tripped
by Tiffany and plunged ten stories. My
reputation was ruined. Mark just handled the
burial. At the wake, Tiffany wailed, “I’m so
sorry! It was just a deepfake for a little fun! I never thought my sister would be so sensitive
and kill herself!”
I expected Mark to be angry, but he just
sighed, “It’s her fault for being so sensitive.
You’re carrying our child, don’t get upset.”
Remembering the humiliation, the terror of the fall, the rage of the truth after death… I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. This time, they’d learn what hellfire felt like.
Two:
Tiffany, impatient, held up two dresses. “For you, sis! Which one’s better?”
I looked at them. Perfect choices for a bride,
desmaid Last time I’d been a fool.
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happily picking one that could’ve been a
wedding gown, becoming a laughingstock.
Not this time.
“Neither,” I said. I pointed to a different dress.
“That one. These are too cheap, that one’s
gorgeous, extravagant. You’d look amazing.”
The saleswoman hesitated, “But… that’s a
wedding dress. Ms. Fang is the bridesmaid.”
I realized my mistake. “Oops, Tiffany, my bad.
I got so caught up in those mini–wedding dresses, I forgot you weren’t the bride.” I
laughed, “But hey, if you want to wear a wedding dress, go for it! I don’t mind. It’ll be
hilarious. Everyone will think Mark’s marrying
a wife and a concubine.”
The shop staff giggled. I frowned, “What’s so
funny? Get my cousin a wedding dress!”
“She’s not as amazing as I am, probably won’t
get married, so let’s fulfill her dream.”
Three:
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I’d been an orphan, living with Tiffany. She
always bullied me. This was the first time I
stood up to her. It almost killed her. She
threw the dresses down, “What’s that
supposed to mean?!”
“The bridesmaid dresses were ugly. You’re
accusing me of trying to make myself look
good by comparison? I treat you like a sister,
and this is how you treat me? Fine, I’ll wear
rags. That’ll make you look better.”
Calmly, I said, “Tiffany, you’re twisting things.
I just thought those looked like wedding
dresses, so I picked a better one. Why are
you upset?”
“If I can’t wear a beautiful dress, I won’t go!
I’ll either pick my own or stay home.”
I nodded, “Okay, whatever. As long as you’re
not mad.”
I expected her to explode, but she switched
–
gears — from rage to tears. Then, a voice,
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“Tiffany, what’s wrong? Did your sister bully
you again?”
