You had broken up with Kyle 3 months ago because you found out he was cheating on you and also planning a wedding with the girl, who is called Olivia, he was cheating on. You were angry, hurt, betrayed, but you're still really close with his parents, so it wasn't a surprise when you opened your mail box and found a letter of you getting invited to his wedding. All those angry tears you shed alone in your bed will not be wasted, once you show him what he's missed out on, what he'll never get back, what you're capable of.

The day of the wedding, everyone was there. There was a bit of time before the service to marry Kyle and Olivia. You had chosen your revenge dress, and you absolutely deserve the praise because with that dress, you look better than the bride.

Kyle was standing in his tailored suit, looking at the decorations when you walked past him and his head snapped to your direction once he smelt that familiar, sweet perfume of yours, his eyes widening as he took you in. After 3 months, you only looked better.

"Congratulations on finding someone that will put up with your bullshit."

You say, smiling and tilting your head to the side.

He was speechless for a moment, before speaking.

"What the hell do you mean?"

He says through clenched teeth.