Todos los capítulos de My Best Friend Stole My Wedding: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I walked back into the apartment we were supposed to move into after our engagement next month, completely alone.The living room was overflowing with wedding favors and invitation boxes, all hand-picked by my best friend, Zoey Collins, after my boyfriend, Cole Anderson, gave her full control over the aesthetic. This was supposed to be the biggest milestone of my life, yet her fingerprints were plastered over every single detail.The invitations were scheduled to go out tomorrow.Cole had complained that my handwriting looked too childish, too unrefined. He mentioned that Zoey had practiced modern calligraphy for years, so he handed the entire guest list over to her.I hadn't pushed back at the time. I figured it didn't really matter whose handwriting was on the envelopes.I stepped into the study, where a neat stack of invitation envelopes sat on the desk.I pulled one out and took out the card.Groom: Cole Anderson.Underneath, the bride’s name stood out in bold ink: Zoey Coll

The torrential downpour battered the city all night.Early the next morning, as Cole was grabbing his keys to head out the door, my phone buzzed with a call from the nursing home.The nurse’s voice was fast and urgent, telling me my grandmother had gone into severe heart failure. She needed to be transferred to the hospital for emergency surgery immediately, and a family member had to arrive within the hour to sign the consent forms.All rideshare apps were down due to flooding, and the transit lines were on the verge of shutting down.I grabbed Cole by the cuff of his sleeve."Please, drive me to the care facility," I begged, "I’m begging you."His expression softened slightly."Get in the car."For the first time in two days, he hadn't mentioned Zoey.As the SUV merged onto the highway, rain slammed against the windshield in relentless sheets. Even with the wipers blaring at full speed, the road ahead was barely a blur.I clutched my phone in my hand, my knuckles white.Co

Before my consciousness completely submerged into darkness, I heard Theo call out my full name.Ten years ago, the first time I was admitted to the hospital for a severe asthma attack, he was just a young resident rotating through the emergency department. My grandmother had followed right behind him with my chart, repeating every single medication I was allergic to three times over to make sure he remembered.Later, Theo was transferred to a hospital out of state, and we only kept in touch occasionally whenever my grandmother needed a follow-up consultation.I never expected that after all these years, he would still remember every detail.When I finally opened my eyes again, three days had already passed.Heavy layers of gauze were wrapped tightly around my head, and since my breathing tube had just been removed, I was temporarily unable to form a complete sentence.Theo placed a tablet on the table in front of my bed.Displayed on the screen was a Power of Attorney and Medi

After the service, I stayed in my grandmother's house for seven days.On the eighth day, the owner of the print shop contacted me, explaining that the police were auditing the invitation records and needed me to confirm the original proof.In the document history he forwarded to me, the bride's name had originally been listed as Kelsey Cooper.Two hours after Zoey took over the layout design, the name was manually altered to Zoey Collins.It wasn't a copy-paste error.That evening, Zoey showed up outside my grandmother’s house.She wore a thin cardigan, standing shivering outside the gate. The heirloom bracelet was no longer on her wrist."Kelsey, I just want to talk," she said.I didn't invite her inside."Say whatever you have to say right here."Zoey stared down at her shoes."I changed the name on the invitations," she admitted quietly, "I didn't actually intend to take your place. I just wanted to see if Cole would change it back once he noticed.""He didn't."Her eye

Once the legal proceedings officially began, I traveled back to my old city one last time.The damage caused by my traumatic injuries at the hospital couldn't be erased by a single signed settlement.Cole didn't beg for a private out-of-court settlement, nor did he ask his family to step in and pressure me.He submitted a complete, sworn statement, accepted an administrative suspension from his firm pending investigation, and covered every penny of my medical and rehabilitation expenses.Zoey was charged separately in a parallel criminal case for intentionally planting the allergen in the car and concealing the facts.In the mediation room, Cole sat directly across from me.The final asset division agreement lay flat on the conference table.Since we were never officially married, our joint assets were minimal.He had meticulously itemized every single piece of property that rightfully belonged to me."The lease on our old apartment expires next month. I won't be renewing it,"