All Chapters of Forever Wrong : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Kathy Pov I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink. I was frozen in place, glued to the spot as if my body had turned to stone. I couldn’t believe it—I had been stood up on my wedding day. The humiliation was unbearable, the kind of cruelty I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.I tilted my head back, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. Around me, whispers began to ripple through the crowd, sharp and merciless, buzzing in my ears like static.A gentle hand landed on my shoulder, pulling me out of my daze. A shiver ran through me, and I turned sharply, only to meet the worried brown eyes of my best friend, Harry.“Jay came?” I asked, my voice trembling even though I already knew the answer.Harry’s silent shake of his head was enough. His sigh felt like a dagger, and in that instant, my heart shattered completely.Through the corner of my eye, I saw the guests slowly begin to leave, their fake pity and whispers cutting deeper than knives. My relatives wore masks of sympathy, but I co

Kathy Pov I made up my mind that I refuse to entertain his petty excuses or deceitful justifications for his behavior any longer. For a full minute, there's nothing but silence. He grinds his molars, and I know they’ll break any second. His laser stare is so intense that I can almost feel it piercing the wall behind me. In an unexpected burst of movement, he rose to his feet, leaving me momentarily off balance as I adjusted to his sudden change. He faced the bald man and sharply gestured toward the door. The man, wiping his sweaty face urgently, bolted out without hesitation. As the door closed behind us, he buttoned his suit jacket and cleared his throat firmly. "My brother was in an accident a week ago," he stated confidently.I furrowed my brow and said firmly, "What are you talking about? You don’t have a brother." He met the gaze head-on, asserting, "I have one and I've chosen not to share until this moment. He lives with my father." My legs felt heavy, prompting me to take a s

Kathy Pov It’s been a week since I married Jason and moved into his Gothic mansion. I’ve barely seen him since. I wanted to ask him about that strawberry-blonde woman, but I couldn’t—throughout our journey, she and Jason kept talking endlessly about business. Even when we landed, she followed us out of the airport before disappearing on her own.After that he brought me here. The house itself is a world of its own—perched on the outskirts of New York, so vast it seems to devour the land around it. From the outside, its black stone spires and arched windows look more like an ancient cathedral than a home. Wealth is carved into every corner, yet stepping inside felt less like entering a sanctuary and more like being swallowed whole.The air was cool and unnervingly still. Black marble floors reflected the chandeliers above, their crystal light dazzling but cold. Every step I took echoed down endless corridors, each one lined with tall windows draped in heavy curtains that shut out the

Kathy PovIt was past midnight, and the untouched glass of white wine on the coffee table glistened with condensation after five glasses, the dim light catching its pale surface. The clock’s ticking felt louder with every passing second, drilling into my restless mind. He couldn’t demand marriage, avoid me like a disease, then hug some bitch in the middle of the street as if I didn’t exist. Fury simmered hot in my veins.The quiet snapped when the front door creaked open. Jason stepped in with slumped shoulders, the weariness etched across his face pricking a brief pang of sympathy in me—but the memory of him and that woman in his arms came rushing back, wiping away any softness. He headed for the stairs, not even acknowledging me, like I was just a shadow in his house. Not tonight.“Jay. Stop.”The words sliced through the silence.His shoulders immediately rolled back, his posture snapping upright like he was preparing for battle. For a moment, it hit me—this wasn’t the man I used