My Fiancé Planned to Humiliate Me at Our Wedding, So I Disappeared

My groom was planning to run away from our wedding. So I sent him off with a parting gift.

The year I discovered I was the girl switched at birth, both my adoptive parents and my biological parents looked at me like their mortal enemy.

They threw my luggage out the door in the dead of winter and sent me packing with pocket change. Through the swirling snow, Ethan Cross crossed half the city to reach my side.

He draped his only warm coat over my shoulders and stayed with me until the snow stopped at dawn.

When I was hospitalized with frostbite, he held me close and swore with all his heart: "Luna, I'll always be by your side.

I will never abandon you." Years later, once he'd made something of himself, he braved his family's objections to prepare a grand wedding for me.

But I accidentally scrolled across the runaway plan he'd cooked up with the real daughter. They'd left traces everywhere—in the car, at the office, even in our wedding house.

He was going to vanish on our big day, humiliating me in front of everyone just to amuse the real daughter. Yet when the banquet began, both the bride and the groom were absent.

That day, Ethan turned the entire city upside down... but he never found a single trace of me.

The internet was buzzing over a viral thread. [What is something that made you hate someone for years?] Chloe Vance, the biological daughter of my adoptive parents, replied: [After a hospital mixup at birth, another girl enjoyed my wealthy, privileged life for eighteen years.

So, I took back my biological parents, turned her adoptive parents against her, and kicked her out of the house. But that wasn’t enough.

Over the years, I secretly got close to her fiancé. I staged accidental runins, played the damsel in distress, and traumadumped on him until he was completely hooked.

Their wedding is next week, and I’ve convinced him to run away with me on the big day, leaving her utterly humiliated in front of everyone!] Many people in the comments urged her to move on. [You selfrighteous saints have no idea what she stole from me!

If it weren't for her, I would have been his childhood sweetheart. He was supposed to be mine!

It's not stealing if it belonged to me first!] I knew every single word in her post was true.

Because just today, I saw her and Ethan Cross tangled up in each other outside the VIP dressing room. Separated by only a twoway mirror, they were shamelessly hooking up.

Ethan’s ears were flushed red, his veins popping on his hands as he gripped Chloe's waist, showing just how deeply turned on he was.

Chloe rested her head on Ethan’s shoulder, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "There's something I need to handle at the office.

I have to go." His voice was still raspy with lingering lust.

The two of them hurried away, completely unaware that the twoway mirror gave me a perfect, unobstructed view of their betrayal.

When I was eighteen, I was treated like a useless toy, kicked back and forth between two sets of parents. Chloe was always behind the scenes, playing the victim.

After my biological parents washed their hands of me, my adoptive mother kicked me out in a fit of rage. It was a freezing December night in New York.

I stood beneath the apartment building, shivering in the heavy snowfall. It was Ethan who got me through those dark, agonizing days when my heart felt dead.

Whenever I woke up crying from nightmares, Ethan would hold me tight, cursing the Vance family for their heartlessness.

But now, I had watched Ethan go from feeling guilty and resisting Chloe, to giving in, and finally, to losing himself in her. Ten years of love.

Watching him touch another woman with such passion felt like having my heart carved out of my chest. I scrolled through the vlogs Ethan had filmed of us over the past decade.

It was supposed to be a surprise video played on our wedding day. Now, it felt like poison.

I watched those videos over and over, laughing and crying like a madwoman until my soul went completely numb.

When the first light of dawn broke, I finally let myself go and shut down the computer. The screen still displayed our wedding planner app.

Just a few days ago, I had stayed up late checking every single detail.

A text message popped up on my phone. [Hi Luna, when would you like to come in for your final dress fitting?] My hand paused. [No need.] I wasn’t getting married anymore.

Chloe updated her thread again. [The other girl got pregnant, but she slipped in the shower and had a miscarriage.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend was wrapped around my finger, keeping me company because I had a stomachache... As expected, she lost the baby.

She wanted someone to love her, but I’m going to make sure she ends up with absolutely nothing!] The memories flashed painfully in my mind.

I remembered crawling out of the bathroom alone, terrified and screaming for help. The house was dead silent. No matter how many times I dialed Ethan’s number, he didn't pick up.

That day, the baby I had longed for was gone. When Ethan finally rushed back, he fell to his knees and slapped himself across the face repeatedly.

So, it turned out his guilt wasn't just about the baby—it was also because he was in Chloe’s bed. Ethan came home.

He had changed his clothes, smelling faintly of body wash. "I had to work late last night, so I crashed at the office." I clenched my fists, choosing not to call him out on his lie.

He looked sharp in his tailored suit, handsome and radiant, with eyes that looked at me with deep, intense affection. Yet, this was the same man who was cheating on me with Chloe.

He kissed my forehead with utmost devotion. "We’re finally going to have our own home." "Actually, I want to postpone the wedding," I said, studying his face.

Ethan froze for a second, clearly panicking. "Is it because the dress didn't fit yesterday?

We can go back today and fix it." "Please, don't postpone the wedding over something like that." He was still choosing to humiliate me for Chloe.

He knew exactly how hard it had been for me on that snowy night when my family threw me out. And all of it had started because of Chloe’s lies.

Back when everyone else abandoned me, he was the one who firmly chose me. But now, the man who used to stand by my side had crossed over to the enemy. He had betrayed me.

The day before the wedding, Chloe asked me to meet her. "Luna, everyone has missed you so much over the years." "Look, Mom and Dad asked me to bring you this homemade clam chowder." My fingers twitched.

Chloe’s lips curled into a smug smirk. Clam chowder used to be my favorite dish made by my adoptive mother. "Ten years have passed.

They miss you too." She watched me slowly open the thermos. But inside was not soup. It was a sealed bag containing ashes and a torn sonogram.

I gasped and recoiled in horror, nearly falling out of my chair. Chloe stood up, thrusting the thermos right in front of my face. "What are you scared of?

This is your baby." "I dug it up myself. Oh, you probably didn't know, did you? The grave you've been visiting for the past year?

That's just where my dead dog is buried." She looked at my bloodshot eyes, still unsatisfied. "I even paid an occult medium to bind this bastard's soul. It wants to reincarnate?

In its dreams!" "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for bringing it into your pathetic womb!" Rage consumed me. I lunged forward and slapped her hard across the face.

Not even three seconds later, a heavy kick landed squarely on my stomach. When I looked up through the pain, Chloe was sobbing in Ethan’s arms.

Standing behind them were my former family members. I collapsed on the floor, my eyes locked onto Ethan. Because on the day of my miscarriage, he was the one who handled the burial.

The ashes could only have ended up in Chloe’s hands through him. "Ethan... you promised you would protect me forever."

But now, his instinctive kick had exposed his true colors. "Luna Vance!

We came here today wanting to make peace before your wedding, and you have the nerve to hit Chloe!" "I didn't!

Chloe dug up my baby's ashes!" If they had just looked inside the thermos, they would have seen her sick, twisted nature. My adoptive mother scoffed. "Enough! Always making excuses!

Let's go." "Luna, the Vance family is completely done with you." They all walked away. Just then, my asthma flared up. I frantically searched my bag for my inhaler.

Ethan and Chloe had their backs to me. "I reacted without thinking just now, Luna. But still, you shouldn't have hit Chloe." "Our wedding is tomorrow.

Just behave yourself." "After all, the Cross family still has business with the Vances. No matter how jealous you are, it’s been ten years.

You need to grow up." I gasped for air, my vision blurring into darkness.

The suffocating despair made me pray that Ethan would just turn around and look at me one last time. "Eth...

Ethan..." Chloe glanced back, taking in my struggling state. "Ethan, my face hurts so much." "Let's go.

I’ll get you some ice." He took Chloe’s hand and walked away without looking back. My wheezing finally caught the attention of a waiter, who saved my life.

Clutching the thermos, my tears fell one after another. My baby... I'm so sorry. I failed to protect you. After reburying the ashes, I went back home. Ethan had been waiting for me.

When he saw me, his eyes were filled with guilt. "Luna, you know my family has a long history with the Vances...

I had no choice but to do what I did." He reached out to brush a stray hair from my face, but I flinched away. I looked him straight in the eye, my voice calm. "It's fine.

I understand." "Tomorrow, I'll finally have my own home." He clearly didn't expect me to let it go so easily, and he pulled me into a tight embrace.

That night, Chloe called me. "You're actually still alive. You saw us at the bridal shop, didn't you?" "Must hurt like hell.

I took Ethan from you too." Hearing her words, I didn't get angry. Instead, a soft laugh escaped my lips. "I saw. So what?" I asked quietly.

Chloe wasn't expecting me to be this calm. "Don't you want to know when Ethan and I started sleeping together?" "Don't you want to know how far we've gone?" "Holding hands, kissing, in bed?" I replied without a change in my tone. "Ethan and I have done all of that too.

Are you trying to brag?

Bragging that the man who was in your bed a few days ago is still choosing to marry me tomorrow?" "Hmph, we'll see if this wedding actually happens!" She sent me several intimate videos to trigger me.

I saved every single one of them and added them to my edited video file. A notification for my flight ticket popped up on my phone.

That night, Ethan held me close. "Luna, tomorrow you'll be my wife."

The next day, the wedding proceeded as scheduled. My maid of honor, Gwen, looked back at me.

The heavy silence inside the dressing room was a sharp contrast to the bustling noise outside. Neither of us had any joy on our faces.

Envelopes of cash were slipped under the door as per tradition. Gwen kept an eye on the time, playing along with the bridal games to stall for a bit.

When she finally opened the door, Ethan rushed in and swept me into his arms.

In the wedding car, I looked down at Ethan’s hands, which were shaking with anxiety. "Luna, this is amazing. I'm finally marrying you." Ethan talked a lot.

He spoke of our past, his current joy, and his hopes for our future. I smiled and nodded along, but my eyes were filled with nothing but disgust.

Halfway there, the wedding car suddenly broke down. Gwen said, "The bride and groom will have to take separate cars to the venue." "Ethan, you go ahead first.

I'll bring Luna in a bit." He nodded and left. Meanwhile, Chloe snuck into the VIP lounge at the venue. "The escape car is waiting outside, Ethan.

Shall we go?" She held her hand out to him. Like a pair of runaway lovers, they ran off without a backward glance.

Still in his wedding tuxedo, Ethan sat at a bar downtown, throwing back drink after drink.

Leaning back against the leather sofa, his mind was filled with images of how panicked and lost I would look when I couldn't find him.

Chloe leaned against his shoulder. "Thank you for getting back at her for me." He figured he would head back to the venue by noon to finish the ceremony anyway.

But his phone remained dead silent. He checked it several times, but there wasn't a single text or call from me. For some reason, an uneasy feeling began to settle in his chest.

He had agreed to Chloe’s plan, but truth be told, he had regretted it. Yet, when I slapped her yesterday, his resolve wavered again. He told himself this would be the only time.

The only time he would hurt me like this. He called his parents. "Mom, Dad, I ran into an issue. Please comfort Luna for me." Their voices were laced with annoyance. "Comfort her?

We don't even know where she is!" Ethan frowned and sent me a text.

The reply was only two words: [Traffic jam.] At ninethirty, the official start time of the ceremony, Ethan’s phone finally rang.

He answered quickly, blurring out his premade excuse. "Luna... I got into a car accident..." "Dude, it's me. Where are you? Neither you nor the bride are here.

What are we supposed to do?" "The bride isn't there?" "No! Are you guys stuck in traffic?" Ethan knit his brows. "Didn't the wedding car break down?

She was supposed to come right after me." The person on the other end was confused. "Break down? The fleet we hired is perfectly fine." A terrible dread washed over him.

Just then, the projector screen at the venue lit up. "Dude! Dude!

You need to get over here right now!" By the time Ethan rushed back to the venue, the video screen was showing a highdefinition clip of him and Chloe passionately kissing.

Someone was frantically trying to shut down the projector. "It won't turn off!

Someone hacked the system, and it's running on an independent backup power source!" "Is that the groom and...?" "Wait, is that what the bride looks like?" He heard the whispers of the guests and stared up at the massive screen.

In an instant, all the color drained from Ethan’s face.

The guests erupted into a frenzy of gossip. "The bride's car is finally here!" Ethan ran out like a madman and yanked the car door open. "Where is she? Where is the bride?"