Love Is Betrayal

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CHAPTER ONE:

~BECCA~

I have always dreamed of the day I’d get married to the love of my life, walking hand in hand with him while I’m surrounded by my well-wishers —and the moment had finally come.

It’s my wedding day today!

I can’t believe I’d be getting married to my college sweetheart, Logan Reign. He’s the perfect man for me and I feel lucky to have him in my life.

I was in my hotel room, coated in a nice simple makeup and dressed in my wedding gown. I sat in front of the dresser mirror, my blue eyes sparkling in excitement.

A hair stylist was putting finishing touches to my blonde hair as she styled it in a bun. Some of my bridesmaids were in the room, creating wedding content, having conversations, or doing their makeup. The whole room was buzzing with activity.

“Shouldn’t your Chief bridesmaid be here by now? Avery walked up to me, glancing at the watch on her wrist. She is my childhood friend and also one of my bridesmaids.

“I’m sure Kristen would be here soon,” I flashed her a small smile even though deep down, I was worried. My chief bridesmaid is supposed to be here beside me. I had tried reaching out to her but her phone was switched off.

Just then I got a notification on my phone. It was from Logan. My cheeks swelled in excitement. I know he’s probably texting to ask me how everything is going.

I clicked on the text and got the shock of my life.

“I’m calling off the wedding, Becca. I realized I’m not ready to do forever with you,”

I paused for a few seconds, trying to digest what the hell I just read. Is this supposed to be a joke? My lips quivered, but no words could come out of them.

It felt like my whole world had stopped and was crashing down in my face.

“No!” I stood up from the chair, shaking my head in a frenzy. This has to be a mistake. Logan cannot do this to me—to us.

He has always been excited about the wedding, even more than I was. He has been planning this for months, always calling me Wifey and talking about how he wanted our first child to be a girl and look just like me.

I bit my lip hard as tears trickled down my face. My chest felt heavy, and I felt like there was no oxygen in the room anymore.

“Are you okay?” I heard the hairstylist’s voice echo behind me. Everyone began to gather around me, a look of worry flashing on their faces.

“I don’t understand what is going on,” I could taste my salty tears on my tongue.

I need to call him. He has to tell me that this is a prank. It has to be.

My shaky fingers held the phone tightly and dialed his number. I waited impatiently as the phone rang, but it went to voicemail.

“s**t!” I flung my phone to the side, my fingers running through my hair in frustration. My heart was beating faster than a racing car and my palms became moist.

This can’t be happening right now. I need to speak to him in person. Logan will have to look me in the eyes and tell me that this is over.

I could see Avery pick up my phone. Its screen had a large crack but I didn’t care about that. I snatched my car keys from my dresser and bolted out of the room. Somehow, my wobbly legs made it to the elevator and I clicked the button leading to the lower ground floor.

I could see my reflection in the elevator. I was a chaotic mess. Hair scattered, mascara smudged, foundation melting from the tears.

But I didn’t care. Right now, different thoughts were dancing in my head and I felt like tearing my hair out of frustration. As soon as I got to the parking lot, my eyes began to dart around. I was disoriented, plus my vision was hazy from the tears so I couldn’t locate where my car was.

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm. I turned around to see that it was Avery,

“I read the message,” she dangled my damaged phone in the air. “Get in, I’ll drive you anywhere you need to go. Don’t bother to say no because I’m not going to let you drive in your condition,”

I didn’t argue, I simply nodded. I was too exhausted and disorganized to do that. Avery located my car and we both got in. I told her to drive me straight to Logan’s house.

The ride to his house felt like forever. Maybe it was because I spent most of the time crying my eyes out or maybe it was because I was dreading hearing what he had to say.

I kept trying to call his number but it was switched off. I also tried calling his groomsmen but none of them were picking up.

“f*****g hell!” I cried out in frustration and flung my phone to the back seat.

“Please relax! We’ll get to the bottom of this” Avery consoled me, trying to balance glancing at me and focusing on the steering wheel.

How can she tell me to relax when Logan has decided to destroy our big day? The only thing that has kept me from exploding is the fact that I clung to the little hope that maybe he sent the message by mistake.

Soon enough, we got to his house. Avery had barely parked the car when I jumped out and raced to his door, banging on it profusely.

“Logan! Open up!” I yelled at the top of my voice, my whole body was shaking in fear— frustration, and anxiety.

“ What if he’s not in?” I heard Avery’s voice behind me but I ignored her. I knew Logan very well. He hardly left his house no matter the situation. He didn’t have a favorite hangout spot and always preferred the comfort of his home.

“Open the damn door, Logan! I know you’re in there! “ I yelled at the top of my voice, banging the door even harder.

Suddenly, the door opened.