On Our Wedding Day, He Married another woman—I Ruined Him Chapter 07

On Our Wedding Day, He Married another woman—I Ruined Him Chapter 07

On the day of the media briefing, I arrived at the venue wearing a simple black dress and flat shoes The moment I stepped through the doors, the cameras pivoted toward me like sharks catching the

scent of blood in the water.

On stage, Ethan’s face changed slightly, and beside him, Lily’s eyes welled with practiced tears, assuming the role of the fragile, persecuted victim. Ethan signaled his security guards to block me, telling me not to “make a scene” here. He projected an aura of heavy sorrow to the cameras, claiming that he and I had long since broken up amicably, and that the wedding reception with thirty tables was merely a delusion brought on by my deep obsession-a charade he had only played along with out of pity. Lily sobbed on cue, whispering that she was the persecuted legitimate wife, and that she didn’t even ask for an apology; she just wanted a peaceful life with Ethan.

I stood beneath the blinding glare of the flashbulbs and calmly asked Ethan, “The night before the banquet, did you or did you not accompany me to fit my wedding reception dress?”

His eyes darted away as he deflected, saying that personal matters were inappropriate for public

discussion.

I didn’t press him further. I simply signaled Harvey that we could begin.

The first piece of evidence flashed onto the massive LED screen behind Ethan. It was our wedding venue contract: Groom: Ethan. Bride: Audrey. The execution date was marked three months prior to

the wedding.

The second piece of evidence showed the City Hall registry log: Ethan and Lily registering their marriage at exactly 10:00 AM on the morning of the wedding banquet.

The third piece of evidence was a screenshot of an iMessage Ethan had sent me during the banquet itself: “You’ve worked so hard tonight, wifey. You are the most beautiful bride.”

The timeline was flawless. The contrast was damning. The press room erupted into absolute chaos.

Ethan’s face turned an ash-gray. Panicking, Lily grabbed the microphone, her voice screeching as she tried to backpedal, saying she had no idea about the banquet and that Ethan had lied to her too!

I merely smiled. Harvey deployed the fourth piece of evidence: an anonymous threat sent to my private inbox the night before the wedding from Lily’s burner account: “It doesn’t matter if you put on a white dress tomorrow. His signed marriage license is in my hands.”

Lily slumped into her chair, still trying to struggle, stammering that her account must have been

hacked. Instantly, Harvey pulled up the network routing data and device hardware logs for that

specific message. The originating IP address tracked straight back to Lily’s personal apartment.

To finish them off, I had Harvey play the unedited audio recording from the day of the live stream.

Ethan’s cold, threatening voice filled the auditorium, commanding me to read the forged apology

note word-for-word.

The public narrative flipped entirely. The live-stream chat rooms shifted from a barrage of vitriol

against me to a roaring tide of fury aimed at the scamming, adulterous couple.

A reporter thrust a microphone forward, throwing a piercing question at Ethan: “Mr. Vance, were

you aware that Ms. Audrey was pregnant at the time?”

Without waiting for his answer, I personally placed my official medical diagnosis and emergency

room admission logs directly under the document projector.

Staring at the words ‘Threatened Miscarriage’ stamped in bold black ink, Ethan completely lost his composure. He lunged off the stage like a madman to reach me, but the venue’s security team

violently tackled him to the ground.

I took the microphone, my voice echoing clearly over the roar of the media.

“I, Audrey, am officially filing suit against Ethan and Lily for civil defamation. I am suing Ethan and his family for wedding fraud. Furthermore, I am demanding full restitution of my financial contributions toward our shared property, alongside a complete asset audit to reclaim my initial

investments in Ethan’s corporation.”

Losing her mind, Mrs. Vance charged out from the sidelines, trying to claw and hit me, screaming profanities about how I was trying to ruin her family. I looked at her with total detachment as

Harvey deployed the final piece of evidence.

It was the hotel’s backend audit trail, explicitly showing the time, date, and user ID belonging to

Mrs. Vance when she manually altered the registry from “Bride Audrey” to “Guest Audrey.”

The room dissolved into a riot of flashing lights. Turning my back on Ethan’s hollow, bloodless

face, I walked out under the protection of Harvey and the security detail.

A reporter chased me down the corridor, shouting over the din, “Ms. Audrey! Do you still love

him?”

I didn’t look back.