Betrayed Bride Novels & Stories

“Most people say their vows start their new life. Mine begins with a confession, a truth I never thought I’d speak loudly. I tightened my grip on his hand, feeling the subtle pulse beneath my thumb. “I must confess, I am eternally grateful for Juliana’s betrayal. I am thankful, truly, that she eloped with another man on what was supposed to be our wedding day.” A ripple went through the crowd, a few gasps. Tristan blinked, whispering, “Juliana…?” but he didn’t interrupt. “Because of Juliana’s betrayal,” I continued, my eyes locked on Tristan’s, seeing the confusion, then a flicker of understanding dawn within them, “I found something infinitely, undeniably better.”

Seven years of love meant nothing against seven months of betrayal. Some promises are easier to break than to keep. Kyros Arnaud Ferrero, the man I met at 17, was supposed to be my forever. Never did I imagine that his love would come with a betrayal. He loved me, yet he could hurt and betray me with the very friend I trusted. He could lie and cheat without even batting an eye. To get back at him, I married the brother he despises most—the current president of his company.

Then came the distance. Then came the cruelty hidden behind politeness. “I’m marrying him,” Belle announced one evening, arms folded, voice steady. Rose froze. “No… Belle, he’s my mate. You know that—” “He chose me,” Belle cut in calmly. “Not you.” That was the first time Rose understood what betrayal truly felt like. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quiet. Final. Unforgiving. The wedding came anyway. Rose stood there as the woman she once called her best friend became Luna.

“Go on, I’m listening.” I took a deep breath, the weight of my confession pressing down on me. “Umm..Her name is Bridget,” I began. “We met in college, and we were together for years. She supported me and believed in me when I couldn’t even believe in myself. But I betrayed her, Mom. I betrayed her in the worst way possible.” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. “She got pregnant with my child, and I… I rejected them both.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the haunting memory of what she had witnessed. Her fiancé had betrayed her, not just with anyone, but with her best friend—her bridesmaid. The situation couldn't have been worse if it had merely been a rumor. But she had seen it with her own eyes, the undeniable truth laid bare before her. No excuse could ever justify what they had done. Worse than the regret was the crushing feeling of being a fool—betrayed by the person she trusted most. How long had she been a joke to them? The thought gnawed at her, making the pain even sharper.

Every step echoed in my mind, each one dragging me further from innocence and trust, deeper into pain. The betrayal was a knife twisting inside my chest, sharper and more cutting than any physical wound. The dream—the Moonshine kingdom, the Luna powers, the battles—had seemed like preparation for life’s trials, yet nothing had prepared me for this. My wedding day, the day that should have been filled with laughter and love, had started in betrayal, deception, and heartache.

She mocked, “at least that way she can be useful.” Suppressing the rage, I strode to my room. As soon as I snapped the doors close behind me, I buried my face in the soft pillow, muffling my sobs as my heart broke. My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal.

He got into his black Bentley and drove off in a rush. The headlights vanished into the dark. Only then did I take the pregnancy test out of my pocket. Two clean pink lines stared back at me. I rested a hand over my stomach and closed my eyes. I had wanted to give Adrian our child as part of my vows. Now I wouldn’t tell him a thing. In forty-eight hours, Scarlett Moretti would die at her own wedding.

“Beautiful! That scumbag finally used his brain for once!” I only gave a faint smile. The show was far from over. I took out my phone and hit send. The next second, the LED screen in the church—originally playing romantic music—went dark. Then a photo appeared. The one Rose had sent me: she and Ethan in the hotel bed before the wedding. Next came every line I’d photographed from the two time capsules Ethan and Rose buried together. The crowd erupted. “Oh my god! So the groom cheated before the wedding? And the mistress is the one wearing the dress?”

I climbed up the steps to the designated seat for the bride and the groom, and settled in anger. My eyes were tearing up, as a familiar sense of betrayal filled my chest, seeing that bastard and my sister without even a sense of guilt for leading me on and betraying me, made me realize that I was indeed unlucky. I was hurt, cheated on and ridiculed. Yet, I was still the one who got married to a psychopath, while they both have their happy endings? I grabbed the flute glass containing light coral pink colored content…Rosé, in a single gulp, I finished the content and took the other one.