I pictured a fairytale wedding, not a horror movie. Walking down the aisle, I expected to find my prince charming, not an empty altar. Betrayal hit me like a ton of bricks. From that moment, my life became a relentless pursuit of justice. This is my story of heartbreak, revenge, and an unexpected love that defied all odds.
Jeff proposed six months ago under a starlit sky. “Phoebe,” he had said, “let’s make this the wedding of our dreams.” Little did I know, that dream would turn into a nightmare.
I imagined a modest ceremony, but Jeff had other ideas. “It’s once in a lifetime, Phoebe,” he insisted. “We deserve a gorgeous wedding.”
He convinced me to handle the $25,000 wedding expenses, claiming he was buying us a house. On the big day, Jeff was nowhere to be found. Panicked, I learned from the wedding planner that Jeff and Amy had scammed us and fled.
