Planning My Cheating Ex-Husband's Wedding

On the night of our luxurious Las Vegas honeymoon, I thought I was the happiest bride alive.

Then his phone lit up with a text from a woman named Jessica.

"Last night was incredible, Alex. I'm so proud of you for finally getting rid of her."

I dug into his phone and discovered they had been together for months, and his mother had been helping them hide it. Less than 72 hours after our wedding, Alex staged a minor car crash and faked amnesia. Lying in the hospital bed with Jessica holding his hand, he looked right at me.

"I'm sorry... who are you? Do I know you?"

His family used this pathetic farce to frame me as the villain, driving me out of the hospital. By the time I got back to San Francisco, they had changed the locks and dumped my belongings on the street like garbage.

I had poured my heart into building a perfect life with him, only to realize I was just a pawn in their cruel, collective joke. The betrayal and public humiliation were suffocating.

But I didn't give them the satisfaction of a hysterical scene. I gathered my evidence and filed for an annulment, legally erasing our marriage as if it never happened.

Then, I adopted a pseudonym and became the city's most powerful event planner.

When Alex was forced to hire me to plan his new wedding with Jessica, I smiled and took the contract.