Betrayed on the wedding day

“Deviana! Get me a drink!”Adrian dropped himself onto the long sofa in the living room, his voice loud and tired. His suit, still crumpled and unbuttoned, clung to his body, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. The late afternoon air filled the room, but the silence was too sharp—as if answering his call with emptiness.No reply.No footsteps.No sound.Only the hum of the air conditioner and the ticking of the clock on the wall.Adrian frowned, his eyes shifting toward the stairs that led to the bedroom upstairs. “Deviana? Did you hear me? I asked for water!”Still no answer.Soft footsteps came from the kitchen. Aunt Emely, the long-time housemaid, appeared wearing an apron and carrying a small tray.“Sir, Madam Deviana has left,” she said carefully.Adrian shot up from his seat. “Left? What do you mean… left where?”Aunt Emely lowered her eyes and placed the glass on the table. “I’m not sure, Sir. But she hasn’t been home for a week now. Since that day… since the wedding was

Adrian stood frozen in front of the men’s clothing boutique, the shirt in his hand slipping to the ground without him noticing. His gaze was empty, locked on Deviana’s back as she walked away with firm, unwavering steps.As if she had truly left him.Truly forgotten him.Anger and frustration surged in his chest like crashing waves against a cliff. But among all those emotions, one stood out the most—loss.“I won’t let you walk away that easily, Deviana!” Adrian shouted, his voice hoarse and trembling with raw emotion.Several passersby turned to look, but Adrian didn’t care. The pride he once wore like armor had shattered—now lying in ruins in the middle of the street.He was about to chase after her, but suddenly he froze.He saw someone.A man.Tall. Composed. Wearing a tailored black suit that screamed luxury. A sleek metallic-gray car was parked beside him. And the most devastating sight of all—Deviana walking toward him with a soft smile on her lips.A smile that once belonged t

"I'm sorry, Deviana... but I'm still taking you home with me."Adrian’s voice was firm, cold—leaving no room for refusal.The sleek black car moved slowly through the chilly night. The streetlights passed by in blurred streaks of light, meaningless in their motion. Inside the car, the silence was heavier than the hum of the engine.In the passenger seat, Deviana sat motionless, her eyes staring blankly out the window as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Her sobs weren’t born of fear—but exhaustion.Exhausted from carrying wounds that never healed.Exhausted from loving a man who never knew how to love her back.Her heart was shattered, and all she could do now was wonder: What will Adrian do to me this time?But behind those tears, a sliver of curiosity remained.Why was Adrian so desperate to bring her back? Was it pride? Or... had he truly lost control?The car finally pulled into the driveway of a grand house, surrounded by manicured gardens and bathed in soft, inviting light—

Adrian’s car moved slowly along the quieting streets. Silence thickened between them, broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional honk from passing vehicles. Adrian glanced at Deviana from time to time, but she kept her gaze fixed on the window, wordless, watching the city lights blur past.“Deviana…” Adrian’s voice cracked, heavy with hesitation. “I know you’re disappointed. But please, hear me out. Leviana only reached out because she’s sick. She has no one else but me.”Deviana didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained locked on the glittering city lights, as though their glow could hide the storm inside her.“I don’t want to know,” she replied briefly, her tone flat, expressionless.Her words struck Adrian’s chest like a hammer. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, trying to hold back his emotions. “Do you think I’m not serious about you? Do you think everything I’ve done is just an act? I turned down big projects, I swallowed my pride—all just to be by your side.”Devi

That night, the garden looked completely different. Twinkling lights hung between the trees, a long table filled with dishes was neatly arranged, and soft music floated from the speakers. Adrian had prepared everything down to the smallest detail: a medium-sized cake, a bouquet of white roses—Deviana’s favorite—and invitations sent to close relatives and a few of her colleagues.He had personally overseen everything himself. He wanted this day to be perfect.Deviana stepped into the garden in a simple light blue dress. Her face froze in surprise at the small celebration. “This… what is all of this?” she whispered.Adrian smiled warmly, offering her the flowers. “Happy birthday, Deviana. May this year bring you new happiness. I want you to know—I’m still here for you.”For a moment, Deviana’s eyes trembled. Her heart almost softened seeing his effort. She accepted the bouquet, though her expression remained calm. “Thank you.”The guests began to clap, some offering birthday wishes, fil