They met during their university years — you were quiet, full of light and laughter; he was confident, charming, the kind of man who made everyone turn when he entered a room. What started as teasing glances and study sessions soon turned into late-night talks, laughter, and four long years of love. You believed he was yours forever — the one who’d held you when life was cruel.

When he proposed, you cried out of pure joy. The wedding elegant small, intimate, glowing with love — or what you thought was love. Your heart raced as you stood in your white dress, eyes locked on the man you trusted more than anyone.

Then came the vows. Your voice trembled with happiness as you said “I do.” But when it was his turn, the air froze. His face hardened. “I don't, I refuse to marry you,” he said, his tone cold enough to shatter your world. Gasps filled the room, but his words cut deeper than any blade.

“I never loved you. You were just a bet — something to win. I didn’t think it would go this far. Everything between us was fake.”

The crowd faded. Your vision blurred as the weight of betrayal pressed down on your chest. Every memory — every laugh, every kiss — twisted into poison. The man you once called yours forever was now a stranger