All Chapters of Betrayed by my Fiancé, Loved by my Childhood Sweetheart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Karina:The ceremony felt like a dream, a moment suspended in time. As I stood beside Michael, our hands intertwined, my heart swelled with emotion. The priest’s voice was calm and steady as he guided us through our vows, and every word felt like a promise etched into my soul. Michael’s gaze never wavered, his warm eyes full of love and certainty. When he said, *"I do,"* his voice was strong, unwavering. My own response came just as naturally, just as sure. *This is it,* I thought. *This is my forever.* The priest’s voice rang out again. “If anyone has any objections to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I turned to Michael with a soft smile, expecting nothing but silence. Then the doors burst open. A collective gasp filled the room as heads whipped around to the sudden commotion. My heart lurched at the sound, and before I could even process what was happening, a familiar voice rang through the venue. “I object!” The air grew thick, suffocating, as Ethan storm

Karina:The hospital waiting room was unbearably cold. Or maybe it was just me. I sat there, gripping my dress, my fingers clenched around the blood-stained fabric as I stared at the doors of the operating room. Time dragged, each second stretching endlessly. My heart pounded with every passing moment, my stomach twisted into knots so tight I could barely breathe. Michael was in there. Fighting. I shut my eyes, willing myself to stay strong. But the image of him collapsing in my arms, the warmth of his blood seeping into my hands, refused to leave my mind. “Karina.” I jolted at the sound of Kyle’s voice. He crouched in front of me, his expression serious but reassuring. “Ethan’s been taken into custody.” His voice was firm, final. “He’s been charged with attempted murder. He won’t ever come near you again.” I swallowed, barely feeling the relief I should have. “He got life in prison,” Kyle added. “You’re safe now.” Safe. The word felt strange. How could I feel safe when Mich

Karina:The smell of roasting turkey and freshly baked pies wafted through the house as I paced in the kitchen, adjusting the final touches to the Thanksgiving spread. The large, open-concept living room was filled with warmth—literally and figuratively. The fire crackled in the stone fireplace, and outside, the last bits of autumn leaves were falling from the trees, as though the world itself was preparing for the holiday.I stood at the counter, stirring the mashed potatoes, my hands moving almost automatically as my mind wandered. It felt surreal sometimes, looking around at this life we’d built. The mansion—our mansion—was full of love and laughter. Michael and I had come so far from those dark days, and now, we had everything I could ever dream of. And it wasn't just the material things. It was the warmth of family, the way Mark’s giggles echoed through the halls, the soft kisses Michael left on my cheek when he thought no one was looking.“Mom!” Mark’s voice broke me from my tho