My younger sister stole my fiancé – But I got the ultimate revenge at her wedding

When Paige’s sister steals her fiancé, she’s not satisfied with the betrayal—she wants to flaunt her small victory. A year later, an invitation arrives. Erica is marrying the man who stole her, and she wants Paige to see her. But what Erica doesn’t know is that Paige has a plan. And before the night is over, the bride’s perfect day will be in ruins.

I wasn’t supposed to be at this wedding.

That much was clear from the sidelong glances and murmurs that followed me as I walked through the great hall.

I’ll admit that the wedding setup was impressive. Erica had taken her time setting the scene with gold and ivory tones. The guests had come in their expensive dresses and tuxedos. Everything was… impressive.

But no amount of elegance could hide the rot beneath the surface.

It wasn’t just any wedding. It was their wedding.

Erica.

My little sister. My parents’ golden child. The one who had everything handed to her on a silver platter while I scraped and clawed for every shred of success I had.

And now?

He had taken the only thing that was supposed to be mine.

Stan.

Stan had been my fiancé. He had been my future. He was the man I loved and trusted, until one night I came home early from work and found them tangled up in our bed.

I still remember how he stood frozen, his face twisted with guilt. And my sister? He had only smiled, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“I won, Paige,” he had said simply. “Checkmate.”

A month later, the wedding I had spent over a year planning was cancelled, and all the vendors tried to take my deposits. And what happened to Erica and Stan? They didn’t have to sneak around anymore. They were finally an official couple.

After that, I left the city for a few weeks, moving around hotels while working remotely. I tried to leave it all behind, and eventually I did. When I was ready, I moved back and bought a kitten.

Then, the invitation arrived.

And now, a year after that whole fiasco, here I was, in the middle of his celebration, invited as a mere spectator of his supposed victory.

It must have been my parents who forced her to invite me. If Erica had her way, she would never have invited me. Or maybe she would have… just to gloat. She was as unpleasant as they come.

But what Erica didn’t know, what no one knew, was that I wasn’t here tonight to mourn my loss.

I was here to make sure Erica would never forget what she had done to me. And with that, she would never forget the surprise I had planned for her wedding reception.

The ceremony was a blur. I stood near the back, barely listening to the officiant talk about love and devotion. Honestly, they were words that meant nothing.

Stan, dressed in a smart black tuxedo, was looking at Erica with a look of adoration that I knew was fake. She, in turn, was smiling at him as if she had won the greatest prize of all.

I almost laughed.

Enjoy it while you can, honey , I thought as I sipped my champagne.

As the reception began, the room was abuzz with laughter and clinking glasses. A huge screen behind the dance floor showed a slideshow of their engagement photos, with Stan lifting Erica into the air and their foreheads touching as they smiled at each other.

Honestly, if you didn’t know the history of their relationship, you would think they were really happy.

And maybe they were. Maybe that was the way things were supposed to be.

But I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I wasn’t going to let it go.

Why would Erica be happy forever, especially after all the pain and betrayal she’d felt?

No. No way.

Soon, her perfect little fairy tale was about to take a turn.

I blended into the crowd, my elegant black dress clinging to my body. I wasn’t dressed like a guest. I was dressed like a reckoning, and I felt confident, more confident than I had in a long time.

Reaching the laptop connected to the projector, I inserted my USB drive. A few clicks, a deep breath, and…

The show begins.

The first few seconds passed by unnoticed. Guests continued to sip champagne and nibble on canapés, lost in conversation. The bridal couple made their way through the crowd, stopping to talk and hug people as they passed.

Then Stan’s voice filled the room.

“Please don’t leave me!”

The video played on the huge screen, grainy footage from the security camera in my bedroom. Stan was in bed, tears streaming down his face. I was on the other end listening to him try to “explain” what had happened between him and my sister.

“Erica means nothing to me, Paige! Absolutely nothing!” he sobbed. “She was a mistake! I love you, Paige! I made a huge mistake!”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

I turned to look at Erica.

His face had become drained of color.

Stan froze as well, his eyes wide. His hands clenched at his sides.

But it wasn’t over yet.

The video showed more security footage. He lived in a quiet neighborhood that was often targeted by burglaries, so he had installed security cameras everywhere and in every room.

Now the footage showed Erica and Stan breaking into my house together, sneaking into my bedroom when they thought I was working late. Timestamp after timestamp, betrayal after betrayal.

Then, the final nail in the coffin.

Erica, lying on my bed, laughing.

“She’ll never know…” he whispered, his voice light and choppy.

“What Paige?” Stan said, laughing with her.

A collective gasp went through the crowd. Someone dropped a glass of champagne.

“My God,” a woman murmured.

My mother looked like she was about to faint. My father’s jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grinding.

And then, pure chaos.

Erica stumbled back, her hands shaking.

“This… this isn’t real!” he stammered.

But the proof was right there, shining under the glare of the screen.

“Dinner is served,” he said, waving his hands in the air. “Everyone take a seat and enjoy.”

Stan turned to her and his expression turned to pure rage.

“Erica, you told me you went into Paige’s computer and deleted the pictures.”

“Oh, really?” I whispered, my voice filled with feigned innocence. “You mean you knew? You knew the security cameras were going to catch you red-handed?”

His face paled, giving himself away.

The guests murmured louder now, judgment and disgust flashing across their faces.

And then, before Erica could retaliate, a voice cut through the tension.

“Paige”.

I turned around.

Jack stepped forward through the crowd, his white shirt visible beneath the black vest of his waiter’s uniform.

Months ago, when I told Jack what I wanted to do, he was adamant that he needed to be with me. He had just come home from work and the first thing he saw was my sister’s wedding invitation on the table.

“I want to go to the wedding,” I said. “I just don’t want to be there… I don’t know. Jack, Erica is a problem. She’s used to everything revolving around her. I want to teach her a lesson.”

Jack moved around the kitchen, chopping whatever he was asked for.

“Then I’ll go with you, Paige,” he said.

“But I don’t want to draw attention to you,” I said, handing her a bowl of ramen. “I don’t want Erica to ruin the moment for me before I get to it. And if she sees you, that’s exactly what she’ll do.”

“Then I’ll come in as a waiter, if necessary!” he said. “But I want to be there. So if you need me, I’ll be there.”

In the end, I gave in. I was disconnected from my parents, and I hadn’t been around my family for a long time, so knowing Jack was around made me feel better.

Jack put the tray with the champagne glasses on the table and smiled at me.

His piercing blue eyes met mine. They were firm and unwavering… and reassuring.

I had never been so grateful to see someone in my entire life. As much as I was surrounded by family, having Jack around was the only thing that kept me grounded throughout the ceremony. I despised Erica and Stan, but watching them get married touched my heart.

And now? Seeing Jack?

It comforted me.

“Are we leaving?” I asked.

Jack shook his head and walked over to me.

He exclaimed from the crowd as he walked towards me, his steps measured and determined. And then, without hesitation, he knelt down.

The room, already shaken by the scandal on screen, fell into stunned silence.

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it, revealing the most stunning ring he had ever seen.

“I’ve waited long enough to ask you this, my love,” he said, his voice strong, clear and confident. “Paige, will you marry me?”

A sharp intake of breath ran through the crowd.

Erica made a strangled sound.

“Are you… are you kidding me right now?” she shrieked. “Paige! Why? Why? Now? At my wedding?!”

She looked like a deer in the headlights, but she also looked like a cannon about to burst into the room, taking everything with it. For a moment, I felt bad. But overall… I felt vindicated.

I smiled, lifting the weight of the last year off my shoulders.

I had robbed the wrong man. Stan was nothing compared to Jack. Jack was everything Stan hadn’t been. He was trustworthy and secure in life and in his love for me.

Stan? Stan had just wanted to have a good time.

But now that she looked at him, he looked heartbroken. He looked as if everything bad had happened to him and the weight of it all was suffocating. He looked at Erica, who was still fuming. He even tried to grab her hand, but she pushed it away so hard that he looked shaken.

I would have gone to see him. But it wasn’t my problem.

Instead, I turned to Jack, my chest tight with emotion.

“Yes!” I said, my voice firm. “Yes, Jack! I will!”

The room erupted. Some guests, still shocked by the scandal, were now cheering. My mother wiped away her tears, this time not from embarrassment, but from joy.

Erica’s face twisted in pure, unfiltered rage. There was something strange about her anger. I had never seen her so upset in my entire life. Erica was used to getting everything she wanted, but now, on the most important day of her life, she had lost control. There was no joy in her actions. There was no victory over me anymore.

There was just… anger and hurt. And disappointment. I should have felt bad, right?

But I couldn’t. I didn’t dare.

“This is my day!” she shrieked, stomping her foot and knocking over the chair.

I turned to her, cocking my head.

“Oh, honey,” I said, my voice dripping with sweetness. “You stole that fool and my wedding from me. I just returned the favor and stole your show.”

So, with Jack’s hand firmly grasped in mine, I walked out of the hall, leaving my sister standing at her wedding banquet, humiliated, betrayed, and hurt.

The wedding was long behind us, but my heart was still racing. Echoes of Erica’s gasps, whispers, and screams still clung to the edges of my mind.

Now, however, it was just Jack and me.

We were sitting across from each other in a tiny 24-hour coffee shop, both of us absurdly overdressed for a place that served greasy fries and milkshakes in chipped glasses. My sleek black dress looked out of place in the cracked leather booth, and Jack looked like he had stepped straight out of a movie scene.

However, it was the most comfortable I had felt all night.

Jack handed me a plate of chips.

“Eat up,” he ordered. “You’ve had a long day.”

“That’s an understatement,” I laughed, but grabbed a chip anyway.

We sat for a while, the humming of the coffee shop filling the silence. It wasn’t awkward, it was peaceful. But that had been life ever since I met Jack.

Finally, I put down the drink and met his gaze.

“So… how long have you been planning this?”

“The proposal?” he smirked.

He exhaled and leaned back in his seat.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you for months, Paige. But I knew you weren’t ready. Not just for marriage, but for commitment. You needed time to heal. I wasn’t going to rush into it.”

Her fingers traced patterns on the table and then she picked up her smoothie.

“But when I found out she invited you? That was the final straw. I wasn’t going to let you stand there alone while she flaunted him in front of you.”

“And did you get a job in the hospitality industry, or did you sneak in?”

“I asked for a favor, honey,” he smiled. “I look pretty good holding a tray, apparently.”

I laughed, I really laughed, for the first time in a long time.

Jack leaned forward, his expression much softer now.

“I meant it, Paige. I love you. And I’ll wait as long as you need. But tonight seemed like the right time to finally ask you.”

“I think,” I said after a moment, “you’ve picked the perfect time.”

And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I had won.

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