- 7.
A week later, I was finally caught up on work.
I opened my phone to see a livestream of
Henry and Molly’s wedding.
Curiosity piqued, I clicked on it.
Molly, radiant in a white gown, beamed at the
camera.
Henry, however, looked decidedly unhappy.
His eyes scanned the crowd, as if searching
for someone.
By the time the ceremony started his face
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By the time the ceremony started, his face
was thunderous.
Molly called his name several times before he
seemed to snap out of it.
As the officiant began to speak, Henry’s gaze
swept across the room one last time.
He snatched the microphone.
His voice, cold and hard, echoed through the
ballroom.
“The wedding is off. Consider this my treat.
Enjoy the food.”
He turned and walked away, leaving Molly
stunned.
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She chased after him, tears in her eyes.
“Henry! What are you doing?”
He looked at her impatiently. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to marry you.”
“Why?” she cried, her voice choked with
emotion.
His voice was glacial. “Because I realized
you’re not her. Not even close.”
The word “her” hung in the air. Molly stared
at him, comprehension dawning in her eyes.
“Her? You mean… I’m a replacement?”
He ignored her anguish, confirming her worst
fear. She’d been a stand–in all along.
As she tried to speak, he signaled to security,
who escorted her away.
My phone buzzed. Henry’s number flashed on
the screen.
I declined the call without hesitation.
It rang again immediately.
I frowned and blocked him.
News of the jilted bride and Henry’s dramatic
exit exploded online.
Netizens branded him a heartless jerk,
humiliating Molly on their big day.
One comment, claiming to be from an insider,
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caught my attention.
“Henry’s been married for eight years. Molly’s
the mistress.”
The internet went into a frenzy. Everyone
demanded details.
The commenter spilled everything about our
marriage.
Soon, our story was trending.
People flocked to Molly’s social media,
accusing her of being a homewrecker.
Molly, in a tearful video, begged me to give
Henry back to her, pleading with me not to
destroy their love.
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She never directly addressed the accusations.
But her carefully crafted words manipulated
many into believing I was the villain.
I was almost impressed by her tactics when
Henry, using his verified account, released a
video admitting to infidelity.
He’d effectively confirmed Molly’s status as
the “other woman.
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The internet, feeling deceived, turned on her
with a vengeance.
“She knew! And she still played the victim!”
“A college graduate stooping to be a mistress. Disgusting!”
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Molly hadn’t anticipated Henry’s confession.
Her calls to him went unanswered.
She arrived at the Harrison estate to find the
housekeeper packing her belongings.
“Where’s Henry?” she demanded, grabbing
the housekeeper’s arm.
The housekeeper pulled away. “Mr. Harrison
isn’t here, ma’am. Your things are ready.”
Molly stared at him, bewildered. “What do
you mean?”
“Mr. Harrison asked you to leave. He wants
the house cleaned and prepared for Mrs.
Harrison’s return.”
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Molly’s jaw dropped.
Just then, Henry walked in.
Molly rushed towards him, her face streaked
with tears. “You’re kicking me out?”
His expression was impassive. “We’re done.
I’ll have someone transfer a million dollars to
your account.
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“You said you loved me! Why are you doing
this?” she sobbed.
Henry, avoiding further entanglement, had her
escorted out.
Alone in the house, Henry looked around,
searching for traces of me.
But the house was devoid of my presence.
When had that happened?
He felt a pang of… something. Loss? Regret?
He wasn’t sure.
He called my number again. Still blocked.
He instructed his assistant to resume the
search.
