Chapter 4I Helped My Fiancé’s Female Best Friend Become the Bride

“I’m so sorry. I was fooled by that woman. I’m going to marry you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

It was obvious who “that woman” was.

To make matters worse, Jenna had tagged me in her reply to him.

@Cara, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Please stop clinging to my fiancé. But if you truly love him so much you can’t live without him, I’m willing to step aside.

My DMs were exploding.

Just then, a text from Alex came through.

Cara, don’t pay any attention to that comment. The internet is just toxic. They were about to dox Jenna and ruin her life. If she gets labeled a homewrecker, she’s finished.

Once things calm down, she’ll delete the post. No one will ever know it was about you.

By the way, I bought a gift. Come over tonight and we’ll go apologize to her mom together. Then this will all be over, and our wedding will be back on for tomorrow.

His tone was so condescending, so certain that I would crawl back to him, just like I always had. It never even occurred to him that if the internet could find Jenna’s personal information, they could just as easily find mine. Did he think they hated only his mistress?

In that moment, the difference between love and not-love was starkly clear. He probably didn't even realize that his concern for Jenna had long since crossed the line from friendship into something else.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I contacted the hotel manager and the wedding planner. I got copies of all the photos of the venue, the script for the ceremony, and then I posted everything online. The wedding invitation. The sponsorship agreement. And five years of our private relationship history, which I had always kept locked. I also included screenshots of the hate mail I was receiving, along with Alex’s arrogant text message.

Let the internet decide who the real homewrecker was.

I didn’t care what happened next. But I would not let them turn a mob of strangers against me and my family.