My Younger Sister Stole My Fiancé – But I Got the Ultimate Revenge at Her Wedding

When my sister Erica stole my fiancé Stan, she invited me to their wedding to gloat. But I had a plan to ruin her perfect day. At the lavish reception, I played security footage on the big screen, exposing their betrayal—Stan begging me not to leave him, claiming Erica meant nothing, and both laughing about their affair in my bed. The guests gasped; Erica’s face paled. Chaos erupted as she tried to deflect, but the evidence was undeniable. Then,

Jack, my new love, stepped forward as a waiter, dropped to one knee, and proposed with a stunning ring. Erica shrieked, humiliated, as I accepted. “You stole my wedding,” I told her, “I just stole the show.” With Jack’s hand in mine, I left her in ruins. Later, in a diner, Jack explained he’d planned the proposal to support me, knowing I needed time to heal. For the first time in a year, I felt victorious.