His revenge bride

The wedding that never happened

Dora’s POV

Morning arrived too quickly.

The same morning that was supposed to mark the beginning of my forever felt like the burial of everything I had left inside me.

I hadn’t slept, not even for a minute.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them again.

Greck and Diva.

Tangling themselves together on that bed like they had done nothing wrong. Like I was the intruder in my own nightmare.

The sound of their laughter still echoed in my head.

I sat motionless on the edge of the bed, staring at Tracy curled against the pillow beside me. Her tiny chest rose and fell peacefully while she slept, innocent and unaware that her existence had just destroyed the life I had spent years trying to build.

How cruel could fate be?

The swollen bruise on my face still burned from the slap Greck gave me.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Before I could answer, the door creaked open gently and my mother stepped inside carrying a tray of food.

“Dora,” she called softly.

I lifted my gaze toward her but said nothing.

“I brought you breakfast. You should try to eat something.” She placed the tray carefully on the table beside the bed.

“I’m not hungry.” My voice came out flat and lifeless.

She sighed and slowly sat beside me.

“I know this isn’t the right time, but the guests are already calling. People are asking questions.”

“Then tell them the truth!” I snapped suddenly, my voice shaking the room.

“What?” My mother asked in shock.

“Yes, Mother. Tell them the truth.” I rose to my feet, anger bubbling violently inside me. “Tell them there’s no wedding anymore. Tell them your precious husband’s daughter slept with my fiance the night before our marriage.”

The tears came again.

I hated myself for crying, but the pain inside me was too heavy to carry quietly.

My mother’s lips trembled.

She looked shattered, but a bitter part of me couldn’t even comfort her.

For years she had remained silent.

Silent while her husband ruined me.

Silent while I carried trauma too heavy for a child.

Silent while I learned to survive alone.

Just then, my phone rang loudly on the bed.

My anger rose the moment I saw the caller ID, Greck.

For a second, I stared at the screen in disbelief before answering.

“What do you want?” I asked coldly.

“What do I want?” he barked immediately. “Where the hell are you, Dora? Everybody is waiting at the church!”

A hollow laugh escaped my lips.

The audacity of this fool.

“So after last night, you still expect me to walk into that church pretending nothing happened?”

“Oh, please,” he scoffed. “Stop acting like the victim."

“Acting?” I whispered. “You cheated on me with my sister.”

“And whose fault is that?” he fired back instantly. “You lied to me for years, Dora. You hid Tracy from me.”

Tears blurred my vision.

“I was going to tell you,” I choked out. “I just needed time.”

“When? After the wedding?” he shouted. “Do you know how stupid that would’ve made me look?”

I pressed my trembling hand against my mouth to stop myself from breaking apart completely.

“Anyways,” he continued carelessly, “Diva understands me better. She’s everything you’re not. So whether you come or not doesn’t matter anymore. The priest can join us instead.”

“What?” I said with my eyes widely open.

“We already have your father’s blessing.”

The line went dead.

For a moment, the world around me became terrifyingly silent.

Then my phone slipped from my fingers and crashed against the floor.

I couldn’t breathe.

Greck was marrying Diva.

On the very altar that was meant for me.

My knees weakened as tears poured uncontrollably down my cheeks.

My mother quickly picked up the phone and rushed toward me.

“Dora, please don’t cry,” she said desperately, pulling me close. “That boy is wicked. And trust me he doesn’t deserve you.”

Before I could respond, another voice entered the room.

“Well, the boy wasn’t completely wrong.”

Mr. Philips stood at the doorway with his usual cold expression, like he hadn’t spent years poisoning every part of my life.

My mother immediately stood up. “This isn’t the time for this.”

“No,” he replied calmly. “This is the perfect time for the truth.”

I slowly turned toward him, fury burning through every vein in my body.

“What truth?” I barked.

He looked directly into my eyes before speaking.

“No decent man wants to marry a woman carrying another man’s child.”

Something inside me snapped.

“You have no right to talk about decency.”

“Oh, but I do.” He smirked.

“Shut up!” I screamed so loudly Tracy jerked awake from the bed crying.

Years of pain exploded out of me at once.

“You r***d me!” I shouted, my voice breaking violently. “You destroyed my life when I was just a child!”

My mother gasped in horror.

“Dora…” she whispered weakly, trying to touch me.

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, jerking away from her. “Don’t you dare!”

I pointed shakily at my mother.

“If you had acted like a mother instead of a servant terrified of her husband, maybe my life wouldn’t have ended this way.”

My words hit her like a slap. She collapsed onto the bed crying helplessly, but the anger inside me was too deep to pity anyone anymore.

Mr. Philips folded his arms without a trace of guilt.

“Looks like you’ve suddenly grown wings,” he mocked. “But don’t forget whose house you’re standing in.”

I stared at him with pure hatred.

“You are a monster.”

“And you,” he replied coldly, “can leave if you no longer respect the owner of this house.”

For a second, I thought I heard him wrong.

Then I laughed bitterly through my tears.

“You’re throwing me out?”

He shrugged carelessly. “If you can insult me under my roof, then get out.”

The pain inside me slowly hardened into something colder.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into his eyes.

“You’ll pay for every single thing you’ve done to me.”

He chuckled and picked up food from the tray my mother had brought.

“Be my guest.”

That was the moment something inside me died completely.

Without another word, I carried Tracy into my arms and began packing our things.

My mother kept begging between tears.

Pleading with her husband.

Pleading with me.

Begging everyone at once like always.

But this time, I was done listening.

By the time I stepped out of that house with my daughter in my arms and nowhere to go, my heart was broken beyond repair.

Still, as the door slammed shut behind me, I realized something terrifying.

For the first time in years, I was finally free.