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Betrayal at the Altar
Betrayal at the Altar

Betrayal at the Altar

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The night before my wedding, I couldn't sleep. The ceiling of our bedroom had never seemed more fascinating, or perhaps I was just avoiding the thought of tomorrow. Eight years with Miller had led to this moment—our wedding day—and yet here I was, mind racing with inexplicable anxiety. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, wincing at the bright screen against my darkened vision. Maybe some mindless scrolling would quiet my thoughts. TikTok loaded, the algorithm immediately serving up its usual mix of dance videos and comedic sketches. I swiped past a few until one caught my eye—or rather, ear. The familiar clink of glasses against each other, followed by a young woman's voice: "Cheers to myself!" The caption read: "When he's working late again and you deserve to celebrate anyway! #cheerstomyself #selflove #weekendvibes" I nearly scrolled past until something in the reflection caught my eye. The video showed a young woman with glossy dark hair holding a wine glass up to the camera.

Chapter 1 of Betrayal at the Altar

The night before my wedding, I couldn't sleep. The ceiling of our bedroom had never seemed more fascinating, or perhaps I was just avoiding the thought of tomorrow. Eight years with Miller had led to this moment—our wedding day—and yet here I was, mind racing with inexplicable anxiety.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, wincing at the bright screen against my darkened vision. Maybe some mindless scrolling would quiet my thoughts.

TikTok loaded, the algorithm immediately serving up its usual mix of dance videos and comedic sketches. I swiped past a few until one caught my eye—or rather, ear. The familiar clink of glasses against each other, followed by a young woman's voice: "Cheers to myself!"

The caption read: "When he's working late again and you deserve to celebrate anyway! #cheerstomyself #selflove #weekendvibes"

I nearly scrolled past until something in the reflection caught my eye. The video showed a young woman with glossy dark hair holding a wine glass up to the camera. Behind her, in the mirror's reflection, was a hotel room. And a man's hand, reaching for his own glass.

My breath caught in my throat.

I tapped the screen to pause, then zoomed in on that hand. On the right index finger was a distinctive scar—a jagged line that curved across the knuckle. A scar I'd kissed a thousand times. A scar Miller got when he saved me from that vicious dog during graduate school.

"Oh my God," I whispered, my fingers trembling as I zoomed closer. It couldn't be...

But it was. The scar was unmistakable.

I watched the rest of the video with growing horror. The young woman—who couldn't have been older than twenty-two—twirled around, showing off what looked like a hotel room. "Celebrating early!" she captioned. "Some things are worth waiting for! #newbeginnings #secretlove"

The timestamp showed it was posted just an hour ago.

My stomach churned as I sat up in bed, clutching my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. Miller wasn't working late tonight. He wasn't preparing for our wedding tomorrow. He was with her.

I needed proof. I needed to know for sure.

Sleep was impossible now. I paced our bedroom, my bare feet silent against the hardwood floors. If I called him, he'd lie—he always did when he was "working overtime." But there was another way.

Our Apple Watches.

We'd bought them together last Christmas, laughing about how we could track each other's fitness goals. "Now you'll know when I'm actually at the gym and not just saying I am," he'd joked.

I'd never thought to use it to track him. Until now.

I opened the Find My app on my watch, my heart pounding as I selected Miller's name. A map loaded, showing a blue dot pulsing steadily.

The dot wasn't at the university where he claimed to be working late. It was downtown.

I grabbed my keys and drove. The city streets were eerily quiet at 2 AM, streetlights casting long shadows as I navigated toward the blue dot. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly they ached.

The dot led me to the Marriott downtown. I parked across the street, watching the entrance through the windshield as rain began to fall, blurring my vision.

For hours, I sat there, watching the blue dot remain stationary in the same room. Room 712.

At 5 AM, I drove home, my mind strangely calm despite the hurricane of emotions inside me. I parked in our driveway and sat for a moment, raindrops drumming on the roof.

When I finally went inside, I slipped into bed beside Miller's empty space and pretended to sleep.

I heard him come in just before dawn, the soft click of the front door, the gentle pad of his footsteps. He smelled like hotel soap and a floral perfume that wasn't mine.

"Callie?" he whispered, sliding into bed beside me.

I kept my breathing deep and even, my eyes closed. He curled against my back, his arm draped across my waist.

When morning came, he kissed my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. "Are you excited about our big day?" he asked, smiling down at me.

I forced a smile back, studying his face—the face I thought I knew better than anyone's. The face of a stranger.

"Yes," I lied, my mind already planning something very different from the wedding everyone expected. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

But what I was really thinking was: Tomorrow would indeed be unforgettable—just not in the way he imagined.

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