His Madness, Her Marriage

Six years of my life, six years of unwavering devotion, all shattered in an instant.

My fiancé, Mark, stood on a brightly lit stage, his arm wrapped around my supposed best friend, Tiffany, proudly announcing their engagement.

My presence was mandatory, a cruel reminder of my indentured servitude at his company.

He spotted me, his smile vanishing, and his voice, laced with contempt, cut through the applause, ordering me to prepare serving trays.

A wave of humiliation washed over me as I stumbled, nearly falling at his feet, only to be met with his ugly laugh and a sneer from Tiffany.