Once His Wife, Now His Wrecker: Eva's Cold Revenge.

EVA'S POV "Done," Jessica said, stepping back to look at me. I turned slowly to face the mirror, and my breath caught. I barely recognized myself. My curls were pinned up in soft layers, little white flowers tucked between them. The wedding dress hugged every part of me — every curve, every roll — and Jessica had somehow made it work. "What do you think Oliver will say?" I asked. She laughed and waved her hand. "Trust me, girl. He's going to lose his mind." "You really think so?" "Eva." She grabbed both my hands and squeezed. "You look amazing." I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I was not used to compliments. My whole life I had been the girl in the background — the orphan, the quiet one, the overlooked one. But today, for the first time, I felt like someone worth seeing. Jessica looped her arm through mine. "Alright, your husband is waiting. Let's go." She pushed open the hall doors, and the chatter of guests filled my ears. I walked in slowly, trying to hold my head high. "Please welcome," Jessica announced loudly, spreading her arms wide, "the most beautiful bride you have ever seen!" The room went quiet for one second. Then the laughter started. It wasn't one person. It spread like fire, from one table to the next. People covered their mouths, pointed, some held up their phones. A man near the back actually doubled over. "The most beautiful ever?" someone called out. "Are you serious right now?" "She looks like a minivan stuck in a wedding dress!" More laughter. Louder. Crueler. I stopped walking. My feet just stopped. I stood there in the middle of the aisle while the room laughed at me, and every single eye felt like a needle going in. My throat tightened. I told myself not to cry. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Then Oliver's voice cut through the noise like a blade. "Shut up." His voice was low, but something in it made the room go quiet fast. He stood up from his seat at the front, looked around, and said it again. "Shut up — all of you. She is my wife, and I love her. Curves and all." Jessica stepped forward beside me. "She is beautiful, exactly as she is. And anyone who took a photo without permission?" She scanned the room coolly. "I will sue you. Don't test me." The laughter died. People put their phones away. Some looked embarrassed. I turned to Oliver, then to Jessica, my chest so tight I could hardly breathe. "Babe. Jessica. I'm so sorry." My voice came out small. "It's my fault. I embarrassed you both. I should have—" "Stop." Oliver came to me and held my face in his hands. "You don't need to apologize for anything. Not a single thing. I'll love you no matter what. Do you hear me?" I nodded, blinking fast. He kissed my forehead. "Good." Jessica clapped her hands together. "Okay! Can we focus on the happy part now? Photos. Let's do photos." --- One year later, Oliver and I came back to that same place. A cliff overlooking the valley outside Millbrook City, where he had first told me he loved me. The view was wide and golden in the afternoon light. It felt like standing at the edge of something beautiful. "Can you believe it's already been a year?" Oliver said, standing beside me. The wind moved through his hair. He looked happy. Relaxed. "Happy anniversary," I said, leaning into him. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart." Jessica stood a few feet behind us, holding her phone up. "Okay, step back a little. Just a bit." We shuffled back. "A tiny bit more. It'll make your face look smaller in the frame, Eva." "Wait—" I looked behind me. The ground dropped away sharply just a few steps back. My stomach dipped. "We're getting close to the edge." Oliver chuckled. "You worry too much." "I'm serious. What if the wind picks up? What if—" "What if the wind picks up?" He laughed, full and easy. Then he looked at me, and something shifted in his eyes. Something I had never seen before — or maybe something I had always missed. "Eva, not even a tornado could lift you off this ground." I blinked. "What did you just say?" He looked at me. Calm and Cold. "I said go to hell." Then his hands came up — and he pushed me. The world tilted. My feet left solid ground. I heard myself scream, a sound that didn't even feel like mine, tearing out of my throat as the edge disappeared and there was nothing beneath me but air. The last thing I saw before the cliff swallowed me was Oliver and Jessica — kissing each other, laughing, their arms wrapped tight. They didn't even watch me fall.