It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the beginning of forever with my fiancé surrounded by family and friends. My engagement party was in full swing, with laughter filling the room. But then, curiosity got the better of me. I walked upstairs, searching for my sister and fiancé, only to find them in bed together. My heart dropped, betrayal stabbing through me. Despite the shock and anger, my parents insisted I keep quiet to avoid a scandal, but I simply couldn't.
Instead of staying silent, I devised a plan that would shock everyone and change everything.
Laughter bounced off the backyard walls as guests raised their glasses in celebration. My fiancé was in the middle of it all, cracking jokes and wearing the widest smile. "Here's to us!" he shouted, laughter following his words. How could I ignore what had happened? How could HE ignore that I had caught him and my sister red-handed? I felt my blood boil as I searched the crowd for my sister.
My sister kept her head down, pretending to adjust the decorations. She seemed too busy with the tablecloth, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles. We passed each other, an awkward silence hanging in the air like a storm about to break. "Need help with that?" I offered, my voice steady. Her eyes flickered to mine for a brief second. "No, I got it," she replied, quickly looking away again, ashamed.
A family friend approached, pulling me aside with enthusiasm. "Congratulations on your engagement!" they exclaimed. I nodded and attempted a smile, my lips forming the shape without feeling. "Thank you. We’re really excited," I replied mechanically, trying to sound enthusiastic. They went on about how perfect we were together, adding to the surreal feeling of the day. I kept nodding, thinking on all the possible ways on how I could enact my revenge.