Betrayal on My Wedding Day

On the day of my wedding, my brother splashed red wine all over my wedding dress.

"Zendaya, you know Amina has feelings for Kyler too, so why are you making such a fuss about this wedding?"

My fiancé stood there nonchalantly, leaning against the door frame, his voice calm and composed:

"I'll give you two options: first, wear this stained wedding dress and proceed with the ceremony."

"Second, apologize to Amina, cheer her up, and then I’ll announce the wedding is postponed."

But I chose a different path. I stood before our friends and family in my wedding dress and announced that I was calling off the engagement with Kyler Jordan.

Brother, lover, sister... I decided I didn't need any of them.

But as soon as I left, I heard that the two most influential families in the city had gone into a frenzy.

They sought out the world’s top designers in a futile attempt to salvage a wedding dress stained with red wine.

Just as I was changing into a wedding dress I had cherished for ten years, Lucian barged into the dressing room.

Before I could admire myself in the mirror, the young man who bore a striking resemblance to me kicked open the dressing room door.

"Zendaya! Have you lost your mind? I warned you so many times, yet you insisted on going through with this ridiculous ceremony!"

"You know Amina has feelings for Kyler. Are you doing this to intentionally hurt her? Do you have any idea how upset she is at home?"

He shouted at me, completely unaware of how the spark of joy in my eyes quickly faded.

So it was about Amina again...

Feeling defeated and burdened by the lavish wedding dress, I reminded myself that today was not a day for arguments.

I sighed softly, choosing not to retort as I usually would. Instead, I raised my head and spoke calmly:

"Lucian, can we not argue? At least not today... It's my wedding day, and I want to be happy."

Lucian's expression grew darker, and he stepped closer, scoffing.

"Zendaya, can you stop being so selfish? It's just a wedding. Is it really more important than Amina's feelings?"

"She's so understanding and gentle, enduring the pain to give you and Kyler her blessings. All she asked was for the wedding not to be so extravagant. A simple family dinner would’ve sufficed. Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

His self-righteous tone made my hands tremble with anger, and I couldn't care less about it being a "special day." I retorted immediately:

"I'm the one getting married. What's wrong with wanting a wedding for myself? Why should I be responsible for Amina's feelings?"

"Shut up! Amina is your sister. You have a duty to care for her and accommodate her!"

My vision went dark momentarily, and I almost shouted, "Sister? She's your sister, not mine! My mom had only one daughter, and that's me!"

"Shut up!"

Cold red wine dripped down my