Revenge at the wedding

Chapter 1

Halfway through the wedding, my cousin, Tiffany, unleashed a scandalous video of me and eight guys. The room erupted. I insisted it was fake, but nobody believed me. My husband, Mark, was livid. He slapped me hard. My in-laws were mortified, practically screaming for me to die. I broke down, lunging at Tiffany, demanding answers. She just smirked, tripped me, and I tumbled off the balcony.

After I died, Tiffany sobbed, “It was a deepfake, I just wanted to pull a prank!” “I never imagined my sister would kill herself. It’s all my fault!”

Mark, his anger gone, put an arm around Tiffany and sighed, “She’s the one to blame! You’re carrying our child, you shouldn’t get so worked up.”

Then I woke up. The day before the wedding.

One:

“Cousin, I just wanted your wedding to be perfect, so I had to change the bridesmaid dress last minute. You won’t be mad, right?”

Tiffany batted her eyelashes, fishing for reassurance. I didn’t answer right away. I stared at my reflection – whole, alive. But the agony of that ten-story fall onto concrete was real. I was back, reborn, a day before the wedding.

Last time, Tiffany’s speech at the wedding had me bawling. But instead of childhood photos, she played that video. The room went silent, then exploded. Everyone gossiped. Mark and his parents were furious, attacking me.

Tiffany, feigning shock, stammered, “Sis, I didn’t mean to! I thought I deleted that video.” That made it sound like the video was real.

I didn’t understand why she’d do this. I went crazy, demanding answers, only to be tripped by Tiffany and plunged ten stories. My reputation was ruined. Mark just handled the burial. At the wake, Tiffany wailed, “I’m so sorry! It was just a deepfake for a little fun! I never thought my sister would be so sensitive and kill herself!”

I expected Mark to be angry, but he just sighed, “It’s her fault for being so sensitive. You’re carrying our child, don’t get upset.”

Remembering the humiliation, the terror of the fall, the rage of the truth after death… I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. This time, they’d learn what hellfire felt like.

Two:

Tiffany, impatient, held up two dresses. “For you, sis! Which one’s better?”

I looked at them. Perfect choices for a bride, not a bridesmaid. Last time, I’d been a fool, happily picking one that could’ve been a wedding gown, becoming a laughingstock. Not this time.

“Neither,” I said. I pointed to a different dress. “That one. These are too cheap, that one’s gorgeous, extravagant. You’d look amazing.”

The saleswoman hesitated, “But… that’s a wedding dress. Ms. Fang is the bridesmaid.”

I realized my mistake. “Oops, Tiffany, my bad. I got so caught up in those mini-wedding dresses, I forgot you weren’t the bride.” I laughed, “But hey, if you want to wear a wedding dress, go for it! I don’t mind. It’ll be hilarious. Everyone will think Mark’s marrying a wife and a concubine.”

The shop staff giggled. I frowned, “What’s so funny? Get my cousin a wedding dress!” “She’s not as amazing as I am, probably won’t get married, so let’s fulfill her dream.”

Three:

I’d been an orphan, living with Tiffany. She always bullied me. This was the first time I stood up to her. It almost killed her. She threw the dresses down, “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“The bridesmaid dresses were ugly. You’re accusing me of trying to make myself look good by comparison? I treat you like a sister, and this is how you treat me? Fine, I’ll wear rags. That’ll make you look better.”

Calmly, I said, “Tiffany, you’re twisting things. I just thought those looked like wedding dresses, so I picked a better one. Why are you upset?”

“If I can’t wear a beautiful dress, I won’t go! I’ll either pick my own or stay home.”

I nodded, “Okay, whatever. As long as you’re not mad.”

I expected her to explode, but she switched gears – from rage to tears. Then, a voice, “Tiffany, what’s wrong? Did your sister bully you again?”

Four:

The cavalry had arrived.

Mark walked in, ignoring me, comforting Tiffany, wiping her tears. “Don’t cry. It’s the wedding tomorrow. Swollen eyes won’t be pretty. You said you wanted to be the most beautiful bridesmaid.”

Tiffany cried harder, “Mark, my sister said I can’t go to the wedding!”

Mark exploded, turning on me, “Apologize to Tiffany! How could you be so unreasonable?!”

I scoffed, “Mark, are you my husband or Tiffany’s?”

He seethed, “What nonsense! She’s our cousin! You’re being so competitive!”

Tiffany, smug, whimpered, “Honey, don’t fight with her. It’s my fault. Sister, I’m sorry.”

He insisted I apologize. This had happened before. I’d always thought Mark and I had a great relationship. I’d considered Mark’s kindness toward Tiffany as a result of his affection for me.

I hadn’t realized how wrong I was, until it was too late. I didn’t apologize. I held up my phone, “Maybe I’m too bad to see my mistakes. But I filmed everything. Let’s see what everyone thinks.”

Five:

Tiffany and Mark lunged for my phone.

“What are you doing?! Those internet trolls will make things worse!”

“Yes, sister, Mark and I are innocent!”

I held up the phone, “You wanted an apology? I need to show you where I went wrong before I apologize.”

Mark panicked, “You’re not at fault! I’m wrong. I shouldn’t have made you apologize. You’re my wife; you’re always right.”

Tiffany echoed, “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have picked those wedding dresses! Sister, please don’t post it!”

Seeing their fear, I laughed, “What are you worried about? I didn’t film anything. I was just joking.”

“But it worked! You realized your mistake, apologized – hilarious!”

Their faces were grim. I stopped pressing them and picked out some bridesmaid dresses, “Tiffany, try these. They suit you. You’ll be the most beautiful bridesmaid.”

Relieved, Mark practically ran, Tiffany went to try on the dresses. I picked up her phone.

Six:

The wedding arrived. After yesterday’s drama, Tiffany wore an orange bridesmaid dress. The guests gossiped.

“Why’s Tiffany wearing that color? It makes her look darker.”

“It’s so ugly! It makes Mengting look like an angel!”

“I heard Mark knew Tiffany first, but thought she was too ugly, so he picked Mengting.”

“Mengting’s beautiful and rich! The perfect wife!”

Last time, Tiffany’s dress had made me the laughingstock. Now, it was her turn.

I patted Tiffany, “Don’t worry about them. You look even darker and uglier now. They won’t even take your picture, only your eyes. How scary.”

Tiffany snapped, “Are you gloating about your amazing husband?”

I nodded, “Yeah. But you’re so jealous. Are you crushing on Mark? He doesn’t like your type. Be realistic. He likes someone fair, not someone dark.”

Tiffany hated being called dark, especially with my sarcasm. She was about to explode, but instead, she grabbed the microphone.

My eyes narrowed. It was starting.

Seven:

Tiffany, excited, addressed me, “Sister, this is your big day! I’m so happy for you!”

Applause broke out. Tiffany smirked, “Mark, you’re amazing! You must have superpowers! No way my sister would only choose you.”

“She must have tried them all, but only you. You must be incredible!”

It was obvious – she was implying my promiscuity. Mark’s face darkened. But it wasn’t over.

Tiffany continued, turning to my in-laws, “Uncle and Aunt, you’re amazing too! My sister’s great at being a daughter; you’re her parents now, so be careful! Drink water slowly! Don’t let her jinx you!”

I feigned offense, “Tiffany, what are you saying?”

I yelled to the security guards, “What are you doing? Someone’s acting crazy! Get her out of here!”

They were paid off.

Tiffany laughed, “Sis, I’m not lying! We grew up together. I know you. I have proof!”

“I wasn’t going to show it, but you’re slandering me, so everyone can judge!”

She pressed a remote. The hall echoed with inappropriate sounds. The guests screamed.

I smiled knowingly at Tiffany.