Anthony’s words, his casual intimacy with Anya, cut through her like a knife.
It was all the confirmation she needed – the man she was about to marry was living a lie.
Things were getting more heated, but Jane had enough – both in her soul and the video – and slipped away quickly. But instead of breaking down, she felt a piece of her old self fall away, leaving room for a new version to emerge.
Before Jane could respond, a noise from the hallway caught their attention.
“Quick! It’s him!
Hide and record it,” Anya said, pushing Jane toward the bathroom just as the hotel room door opened.
Anthony’s entrance was calm, as if he owned the place. Anya greeted him with a feigned warmth that made Jane’s skin crawl even if she couldn’t see it. Once she was sure they were closer to the bed, Jane opened the bathroom door slightly, took out her phone, and started recording their conversation.
Anthony’s words, his casual intimacy with Anya, cut through her like a knife.
It was all the confirmation she needed – the man she was about to marry was living a lie.
Things were getting more heated, but Jane had enough – both in her soul and the video – and slipped away quickly. But instead of breaking down, she felt a piece of her old self fall away, leaving room for a new version to emerge.
Anthony began to protest, “No, this is a misunderstanding,” but his words fell on deaf ears. The crowd was in an uproar, but the noise was interrupted when a woman stood up.
It was Mrs. Richards, Anthony’s potential business partner, the one who could put them on their way to “becoming millionaires.”
“Mr. Sanders, I cannot work with someone who lacks integrity and loyalty,” she declared.
“Our deal is off, and I will make sure everyone in our industry knows about this.”
“No!” Anthony bellowed, his hand rising to stop Mrs. Richards. But she walked out, followed by a stream of grumbling guests.
Jane’s mother tripped Anthony as he tried to chase after the important businesswoman.
Jane looked down at him, wrinkling her upper lip and feeling slight satisfaction at his helpless expression. She had to rub it in.
“Karma did her job, Anthony,” Jane said.
With those final words, Jane walked away from the altar, her mother by her side. In the car, Jane’s mother asked, “What now?”
“Now, we go home, pack his things, throw them out, and move on,” Jane said, nodding triumphantly.
They stopped for dinner on the way.
Jane felt lighter with each passing moment because she was no longer a people-pleaser but a woman who had faced deception and emerged stronger.
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