Betrayed Bride Wakes Before the Wedding

At 10:00 am the next morning, the island sunlight was blinding.

The wedding venue was extravagantly luxurious. A towering champagne display reflected shards of golden light while business elites and socialites mingled beneath the floral arches.

I stood at the end of the aisle wearing a gray bridesmaid dress.

Laughter and whispers drifted around me from time to time.

"Look at that. The actual fiancee got shoved into a bridesmaid dress. That's a new one."

"Trevor's really gone too far this time. He's humiliating Helena in front of everyone."

I ignored them all and glanced down at my phone.

Jordan's chat window held only three words, sent five minutes ago. "Wait for me."

Right on cue, the wedding march began to play.

Trevor stood beneath the flower arch in a white suit. He stared toward the entrance with what looked like tenderness in his eyes,

The doors slowly opened.

Sophie walked in wearing the wedding dress she had shredded and then hastily patched back together overnight with lace. Holding onto Trevor's dad's arms, she strode proudly down the aisle.

Beneath the veil was a smug smile. Her gaze swept over me in open provocation.

Trevor stepped forward and took Sophia's hand from his dad.

They looked like a perfect match as they stood side by side before the officiant.

The officiant began reciting the vows.

"Mr. Gibson, do you take—"

"I do," Trevor answered without hesitation.

Thunderous applause erupted through the venue.

Soon, the ceremony reached the exchange of rings.

"Now, may the bridesmaid please present the wedding rings," the officiant announced before glancing downstage.

Every eye in the room instantly fell on me. Trevor glanced over, signaling for me to come forward.

There was even a trace of reassurance in his gaze, as if to say: "Just get through this, and we'll make things official tomorrow."

He looked as if he were confident he had everything in control. I slowly walked onto the stage.

I held the velvet box containing the rings in my hands.

Sophia lifted her chin and extended her gloved hand as she waited for them.

I stopped in front of them, but didn't open the box.

Instead, I slowly removed the engagement ring I had worn for three years from my finger in front of everyone.

Trevor frowned slightly and whispered, "Helena, be good. Don't make a scene right now. Give me the rings."

I looked at him. A mocking smile tugged at my lips.

"Did you really think I was born so you could walk all over me?"

Before he could respond, I lifted my hand and hurled both the engagement ring and the velvet box straight at the champagne tower.

The sound of shattering glass tore through the ballroom.

Champagne cascaded everywhere, splashing all over Sophia.

"Ah!" she screamed, jumping backward as the patched-up wedding dress instantly became soaked and disheveled.

The entire venue exploded into chaos.

Just as Trevor reached for me, a deafening roar suddenly thundered overhead.

Powerful gusts of wind swept flower petals across the ground, forcing people to shield their eyes.

Everyone looked up in shock.

Dozens of helicopters bearing the Scott family crest circled above the venue.

The helicopter at the center slowly descended. The cabin door opened.

Jordan stepped out wearing a black trench coat and descended through the storming wind as if he had fallen from the sky itself.

Behind him, bodyguards carried a couture bridal gown.

It was infinitely more luxurious than the one that had been destroyed.

Jordan strode down the aisle without sparing Trevor, whose face had already gone dark, a glance.

When he reached me, he took the gown from the bodyguard and draped it gently over my shoulders.

The dazzling white fabric completely covered the dull gray bridesmaid dress beneath it.

His fingers brushed through my wind-tangled hair. His eyes were filled with relief that came from finding something he had once lost.

"Sorry. I'm late."

He turned and pulled me into his arms.

His cold gaze swept across the crowd before landing on Trevor's stunned face. "Mr. Gibson, I'll take it from here. My wife no longer needs your care."