My Husband’s Fiancée Called Me and Invited Me to Their Wedding

Helen’s seemingly perfect life shattered with a single FaceTime call from a stranger claiming to be her husband’s fiancée. As Helen and the mysterious Lucy unraveled the deceit, they discovered a web of lies that would lead them to a dramatic showdown on what was supposed to be Mark’s wedding day.

Helen sat at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee. She was a devoted wife and mother, living a simple, happy life with her husband, Mark, and their two children, Emma and Jack. Her days were filled with routine activities—cooking, cleaning, and making sure everyone was taken care of.

As Helen scrolled through her phone, a FaceTime call came in from an unknown number. She hesitated but answered it. The screen flickered, and an unfamiliar face appeared.

“Helen? Hi! I’m Lucy. Nice to meet you!” said the woman cheerfully.

Helen’s heart skipped a beat. “Um, hello. Do I know you?”

Lucy giggled nervously. “Oh, I’m just calling about Mark’s and my wedding!”

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