MY YOUNGER SISTER BETRAYED ME, STOLE MY FIANCÉ — SO I GAVE HER A WEDDING DAY SURPRISE SHE’D NEVER FORGET.

My sister, Erica, didn’t just betray me—she celebrated her betrayal as if it were a victory.

One year later, an invitation arrived.

She wasn’t just marrying the man she stole from me; she wanted me to be there. She wanted me to witness her “triumph.”

What Erica didn’t know was that I had a plan.

And before the night was over, her perfect wedding day would become a nightmare.

AN INVITATION I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO RECEIVE

From the moment I stepped into the lavish wedding hall, I could feel the sideways glances and hushed whispers around me.

The decorations were stunning. Gold and ivory tones created a fairy-tale atmosphere. Guests in designer gowns, sparkling glasses, fake smiles.

But none of it could hide the rot beneath the surface.

Because this wasn’t just any wedding.

This was Erica’s wedding.

My younger sister. My parents’ golden child. The one who always had everything handed to her while I had to fight for every achievement.

And now?

She had taken the one thing that was supposed to be mine.

Stan.

My fiancé. My future. The man I loved and trusted—until the night I came home early and found them tangled together in our bed.

I’ll never forget how Stan froze, his face twisted with guilt.

Erica?

She just smirked and said with smug delight:

“I WON, PAIGE.”

One month later, my wedding was canceled. Every vendor tried to keep my deposits. And Erica and Stan? They no longer had to sneak around. They were now officially a couple.

I left town for a while, trying to heal. I spent weeks in cheap motels, working remotely, and trying to forget.

When I was ready, I returned. I adopted a kitten. I moved on.

Until that invitation arrived.

And now, a year later, I was standing in the middle of their celebration.

But Erica had no idea that I wasn’t there to grieve.

I was there to ensure that she never forgot what she did to me.

And she would never forget what was about to happen.

THE REVEAL

The ceremony passed in a blur.

I stood at the back, barely listening as the officiant rambled about “love and devotion.” Empty words.

Stan, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, gazed at Erica with an affection that felt forced.

She, in turn, smiled up at him like she had won the greatest prize of all.

I sipped my champagne and smirked.

“Enjoy it while you can, sweetheart.”

By the time the reception started, the hall was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and cheerful toasts.

A large screen behind the dance floor displayed a slideshow of their engagement photos—Stan lifting Erica in the air, their foreheads touching as they beamed at each other.

To an outsider, they looked happy.

Maybe they were. Maybe this was their perfect ending.

But I wasn’t going to let that happen.

I slipped through the crowd, my sleek black dress hugging my figure.

I wasn’t dressed like a guest.

I was dressed like someone who knew exactly what was about to happen.

I reached for the laptop connected to the projector and inserted my USB drive.

I took a deep breath.

Showtime.

THE TRUTH COMES OUT

At first, no one noticed.

The guests kept laughing, drinking champagne, and chatting.

Erica and Stan made their way through the crowd, pausing to hug and greet people.

Then, Stan’s voice filled the room.

“Please, don’t leave me!”

The screen flickered, revealing a grainy security camera recording.

Stan, sitting on my bed, tears streaming down his face.

I stood in the doorway, listening as he desperately tried to explain himself.

“Erica means nothing to me, Paige! Absolutely nothing!” he sobbed. “She was a mistake! I love you, Paige! I made a huge mistake!”

A stunned silence fell over the hall.

I turned to look at Erica.

Her face had drained of color.

Stan, too, was frozen, his eyes wide, his hands trembling.

But I wasn’t done.

The footage changed.

More images appeared.

My security cameras had captured everything—every stolen kiss, every betrayal, every time Erica and Stan snuck into my house thinking I was working late.

Then, the final nail in the coffin.

Erica, lying in my bed, laughing.

“She’ll never know…” she whispered, her voice light and teasing.

“Paige who?” Stan replied, chuckling.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

A champagne glass shattered on the floor.

My mother covered her mouth. My father clenched his jaw so hard I could hear his teeth grinding.

Erica staggered backward, her hands shaking.

“T-this… this isn’t real!” she stammered.

But the truth was right there, glowing on the massive screen.

“Dinner will be served now!” she blurted out, waving her hands in panic. “Everyone just take your seats and enjoy!”

But no one was listening.

Stan turned to her, his expression dark with fury.

“Erica, you told me you deleted the footage!”

“Oh?” I mused, my voice dripping with mock innocence. “So you knew? You knew the security cameras caught you?”

His face went pale.

The guests murmured in shock, judgment flashing in their eyes.

And then, before Erica could respond, another voice cut through the tension.

“Paige.”

I turned.

Jack emerged from the crowd, his waiter’s vest slightly rumpled.

He dropped to one knee.

Gasps filled the hall.

Jack reached into his pocket, pulled out a small velvet box, and flipped it open to reveal a breathtaking ring.

“I’ve waited long enough to ask you this, my love,” he said, his voice steady. “Paige, will you marry me?”

The hall erupted.

Erica let out a strangled cry.

“ARE YOU… ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” she screeched. “PAIGE! WHY? AT MY WEDDING?!”

She looked like she was about to explode.

But I?

I smiled.

“Yes, Jack!” I said without hesitation. “Yes, I will!”

Cheers and gasps filled the hall.

My mother wiped away happy tears.

Erica’s face twisted in unfiltered rage.

For the first time, she had lost.

She stomped her foot, knocking over her chair.

“THIS IS MY DAY!” she shrieked.

I turned to her and tilted my head.

“Oh, honey,” I said sweetly. “You stole my fiancé and my wedding. I just returned the favor and stole the show.”

Then, hand in hand with Jack, I walked out of the hall.

Erica was left behind—humiliated, betrayed, and destroyed at her own wedding.

And for the first time in a long time, I had won.