My Younger Sister Stole My Fiance, But I Got the Ultimate Revenge at Her Wedding
A Wedding, A Betrayal, and the Ultimate Revenge
I wasn’t supposed to be here.
That much was clear from the whispers trailing behind me as I walked through the grand wedding hall.
The decor was breathtaking—gold and ivory draped every surface, chandeliers sparkled above, and guests swirled around in their finest attire. It was all perfect.
But beneath all the elegance, this wedding was built on lies.
I wasn’t just any guest.
I was Paige—the woman the groom once promised forever to.
And the bride?
My sister.
A Sister’s Betrayal
Erica had always been the golden child. The one who never had to work for anything. While I clawed my way through life, she floated on a cloud of privilege and charm.
And one day, she decided she wanted my fiancé.
Stan.
I had once believed Stan was my future. I had trusted him, built a life with him, planned a wedding with him.
Until I came home early one night and found him tangled in bed with my own sister.
I still remember how he froze, his face twisted in guilt. And Erica?
She smirked, lips curling with triumph.
“I won, Paige,” she had whispered. “Checkmate.”
A month later, the wedding I had spent over a year planning was canceled. Erica and Stan were official.
And me?
I disappeared. I moved into hotels, worked remotely, and when I was finally ready to face the world again, I came back home.
With a kitten.
And then, one day, the invitation arrived.
A crisp white envelope, embossed with gold lettering:
“Join us as we celebrate the wedding of Erica and Stan.”
A dagger disguised as an invitation.
I knew Erica too well.
This wasn’t just about love.
This was about gloating.
But Erica had no idea that I had my own plans for this wedding.
And before the night was over, her perfect day would be in ruins.
The Calm Before the Storm
The ceremony was a blur.
I stood near the back, barely listening as the officiant droned on about love and devotion.
Stan, in his sharp black tux, gazed at Erica with adoration—fake, forced.
She, in turn, glowed with victory.
I sipped my champagne and thought, Enjoy it while you can, sweetheart.
By the time the reception began, the grand hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses.
A massive screen behind the dance floor played a slideshow of their engagement photos.
If you didn’t know how they got together, you’d think they were the happiest couple in the world.
But I knew the truth.
And it was time everyone else did too.
The Wedding Crashes
I moved through the crowd unnoticed, my sleek black dress hugging my figure.
Not dressed like a guest.
Dressed like a reckoning.
Reaching the laptop connected to the projector, I plugged in my flash drive.
A few clicks. A deep breath.
And then—
Showtime.
At first, no one noticed. The guests laughed, sipped champagne, and mingled.
Then—
Stan’s voice filled the room.
“Please, don’t leave me!”
The screen flickered.
A grainy security camera recording.
Stan—sitting on the bed, eyes red with tears.
And across from him?
Me.
“Erica means nothing to me, Paige!” he sobbed. “She was a mistake! I love you! I made a huge mistake!”
Silence.
The room stopped breathing.
I turned to Erica.
Her face had drained of color.
Stan stood frozen, eyes wide, hands twitching at his sides.
But I wasn’t done.
The footage changed.
More security camera clips.
Erica and Stan sneaking into my house.
Slipping into my bedroom.
Timestamp after timestamp.
Betrayal after betrayal.
Then—the final nail in the coffin.
Erica, lying in my bed, laughing.
“She’ll never know,” she whispered.
“Paige who?” Stan laughed.
Gasps. Murmurs. A champagne glass hit the floor.
Shattered.
I looked over at my parents.
My mother looked like she might faint. My father’s jaw clenched so tightly, I swore I heard his teeth grind.
And then—chaos.
Erica stumbled back, hands shaking.
“This… this isn’t real!” she stammered.
But the truth was there, glowing on the screen.
“Dinner will be served now!” she blurted, desperately waving her hands. “Everyone just take your seats and enjoy!”
Stan turned to her, his face twisting with rage.
“Erica, you told me you deleted the footage!”
I smirked.
“Oh? So you knew?” I mused. “You knew the security cameras caught you?”
His face paled.
Giving himself away.
The guests murmured louder now—judgment, disgust, betrayal flickering through their expressions.
And then—
A voice cut through the tension.
“Paige.”
I turned.
Jack stepped forward from the crowd, his crisp white shirt visible beneath his waiter’s vest.
Jack. My best friend. The only person who had stood by me through it all.
He placed his tray of champagne glasses down.
And then—he dropped to one knee.
Gasps rippled through the room.
From her spot, Erica let out a strangled shriek.
“Are you—are you kidding me?! Paige! At my wedding?!”
Jack reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.
Opening it, he revealed the most breathtaking ring I had ever seen.
“Paige,” he said, voice strong and certain. “I’ve waited long enough. Will you marry me?”
Silence.
Then—
“Yes.”
The weight of the past year lifted from my shoulders.
I turned to Erica, watching her unravel.
She had stolen the wrong man.
Stan was nothing compared to Jack.
Jack was trustworthy, solid, certain.
Stan was just an expensive mistake.
And now?
Erica had nothing but a ruined wedding and a groom who no longer looked at her the same way.
“This is my day!” she screeched, knocking over her chair.
I tilted my head, smiling sweetly.
“Oh, honey,” I said, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You stole my wedding. I just stole the show.”
And with Jack’s hand in mine, I walked out of that hall—leaving my sister standing in the wreckage of her perfect day.
Game, set, match.