On Our Wedding Day, He Married another woman—I Ruined Him Chapter 03

On Our Wedding Day, He Married another woman—I Ruined Him Chapter 03

By nightfall, Lily’s post went viral.

Riding the wave of engagement, she dropped an explosive follow-up story.

The headline was pure clickbait: [The Day We Registered Our Marriage, My Husband’s Toxic Ex Refuses to Leave Our Penthouse].

The post featured photos of the cash gift envelopes piled on the bed, a heavily blurred image of their marriage certificate, a shot of my back as I walked away looking broken, and a final photo of Ethan tenderly massaging her wrist.

The comment section was a cesspool.

[This bitter old woman is pathetic. They broke up, why is she squatting in their house?]

[Seven years and he never signed a paper with her? She was clearly just a gold digger he got tired of.]

[I’m crying. He married someone else and she still forced him to put on a fake wedding? Is she a professional clown?]

[Protect the legal wife! Get this homewrecker out!]

Through her brilliant editing, I was transformed into a psychotic, desperate clinger who couldn’t handle being dumped.

I called Ethan immediately, demanding he post a statement clarifying the timeline of the wedding contract and his sudden registration.

Silence stretched over the line for a long time.

“Audrey, Lily just graduated,” Ethan fields my anger, his voice flat. “She can’t handle a massive cyberbullying campaign.”

“Just lay low for a bit. It’ll blow over in a few weeks.”

I laughed, a cold, breathless sound.

“And what about me? You think I can just handle this?”

“You’re mature. You’re strong enough to take it.”

The line went dead before I could reply.

When I finally got back to the penthouse, the key fob wouldn’t work. The locks had been changed.

The building security guard looked at me with pity.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Audrey. Mr. Vance gave strict orders. Your name has been removed from the resident registry.”

Right then, Ethan’s mother called. The second I answered, her screeching voice blasted through the speaker.

“Audrey! I’m warning you, know your place! Don’t you dare drag our family name into court! We have a reputation to protect!”

I let out a harsh laugh.

“The entire wedding reception was a scam. Aren’t you afraid I’ll sue your son for fraud?”

She scoffed, as if I had said something hilarious.

“You couldn’t keep a man legally bound to you, and that’s your own incompetence! A broken woman who can’t even carry a child… Ethan was charitable enough to give you a public party. You should be down on your knees thanking him!”

The sheer malice choked the words right out of my throat.

Meanwhile, my mother saw the disgusting comments online and tried desperately to defend me in our extended family chat.

But a disgruntled cousin took screenshots of her texts and leaked them to Lily’s toxic fanbase.

The mob turned on my mother.

[Like mother, like daughter. The whole family is desperate to climb the social ladder.]

[The old lady probably ran scams when she was young too. They probably pocketed all that wedding cash.]

My mother’s heart couldn’t take the sudden shock. She suffered a severe cardiac arrest and was rushed to the ER.

When I reached the hospital, her face was pale, her lips blue. Her hands were still shaking as she tried to type out replies to strangers online.

“Audrey… we live honestly,” she sobbed, gasping for air. “We can’t let them say these horrible things about your character…”

Looking at my mother—her hair appearing to turn gray overnight—I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably at her bedside.

Right then, Ethan walked into the ER cubicle, holding an expensive fruit basket.

For a fraction of a second, a pathetic sliver of hope sparked in my chest.

But his opening line shattered it into dust.

“Ma’am, you need to delete all those explanations you posted online right now,” he said, completely ignoring me.

“You don’t understand how the internet works. The more you defend Audrey, the more backlash Lily gets.”

“Honestly, it would be best if you recorded a quick public apology video to Lily.”

My mother shook so hard the medical monitors began to beep frantically.

Ethan remained completely oblivious. “I know this feels unfair to Audrey, but Lily is young and proud.”

Just then, my phone vibrated with a live-stream notification. Lily had gone live on TikTok.

In front of the camera, she was weeping gracefully, detailing how she—the legitimate, legal wife—was being blackmailed and stalked by her husband’s obsessive ex of seven years.

A few minutes later, Ethan’s verified corporate account joined the stream.

Without saying a word, he dropped ten consecutive “Universe” mega-gifts, lighting up the screen with thousands of dollars of digital graphics.

Then, pinned in the chat for millions to see, he left a single comment:

[Don’t be scared. I’m right here.]

I sat on the freezing plastic chair in the ER hallway, wrapping my arms around myself.

The live stream chat cascaded with messages:

[Happy marriage!]

[Get that psycho fired!]

[Protect this beautiful couple!]

The cold grew heavy, settling deep into my bones.

My phone buzzed again. It was a text from Harvey, my lawyer:

[Audrey, we found something. Ethan’s early seed funding rounds came directly from your personal bank accounts. But on his corporate ledger, those entries were altered. He logged your investments as personal interest-free loans to him.]

I wiped the tears from my face and typed back three words:

[Keep digging. Everything.]