On the eve of my wedding, a harmless prank call revealed a sickening truth: my fiancé of ten years had been sleeping with my sister. Worse? My parents knew everything and helped them cover it up.
To protect my sister from gossip, Julian secretly married her, but forced me to proceed with the wedding as a fake smokescreen. He thought he could control me by using my unborn baby as blackmail. But when my sister's jealousy led to the death of my child, they crossed the line.
They thought I would swallow the humiliation and play the obedient bride. They were wrong.
At the altar, instead of saying "I do," I broadcasted their filthy secrets and dashcam videos on the giant LED screens for all the guests to see. They wanted a show? I gave them a masterpiece of destruction.
