Abandoned Bride's Sweet Revenge

The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the Anderson's Hamptons estate, casting golden patterns across the polished floor. I stood motionless as my bridesmaids fluttered around me, adjusting the delicate lace of my wedding gown. My fingers, however, weren't still—they twisted the five-carat diamond engagement ring that had once symbolized forever but now felt like a weight.

"Just a few more pins in the veil, Giselle," Rebecca whispered, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "You look absolutely stunning."

I forced a smile, though my stomach churned with anxiety. Something felt wrong. I'd barely slept, my dreams filled with Austin's distracted gaze and the memory of his phone buzzing with messages he'd never showed me.

"Is everything okay?" Rebecca asked, noticing my trembling hands. "You're white as a sheet."

"Just nerves," I lied, unconsciously touching the ring again. The cool metal against my skin did nothing to calm the storm inside me.

A commotion in the hallway caught my attention. Raised voices—one distinctly Austin's—filtered through the partially open door. I moved toward it, my heart pounding.

"I need to keep her away," Austin hissed to someone I couldn't see. "Today of all days, I can't deal with this."

"Who?" I called out, stepping into the hallway.

Austin turned, his expression shifting instantly from frustration to charm. "Giselle!" He strode toward me, taking my hands in his. "You shouldn't be out here. It's bad luck to see the groom before the ceremony."

His smile didn't reach his eyes. They darted to his phone as it vibrated in his pocket.

"What's going on?" I pressed.

"Nothing," he said, too quickly. "Just some last-minute details. You know how my father gets about appearances."

Martin Anderson's voice boomed from downstairs, calling Austin's name. "Stick to the script today," he barked when Austin appeared. "No surprises."

The older man's eyes flicked to me, assessing. "You look lovely, Giselle. Perfect Anderson material."

I swallowed hard, wondering if he knew something I didn't.

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The ceremony was a blur of faces and camera flashes. Five hundred of Manhattan's elite filled the white chairs on the immaculate lawn. Media lined the perimeter—the Anderson wedding was the social event of the season.

"Ready?" Rebecca squeezed my hand as we stood at the start of the aisle.

I nodded, though ready was the last thing I felt.

The music swelled as I began my walk. Austin stood at the altar, handsome in his tailored tuxedo, but his eyes weren't on me. They scanned the crowd restlessly.

Halfway down the aisle, I saw him stiffen. His gaze locked on something—or someone—behind me.

"What the hell?" someone muttered.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. I turned to see a woman striding confidently down the aisle in a provocative red dress that clung to every curve. Her most striking feature, however, was the pair of fuzzy red ears atop her head—distinctive markers of a Fox Shifter.

"I knew it," she announced, her voice carrying across the suddenly silent lawn. "You promised me,