With calculated steps, I made my way to the adjoining suite where our guests were still celebrating, oblivious to the storm that was brewing. Marcus was there, his charming façade firmly in place as he entertained friends and family.

Our eyes met, and he shot me a warm smile that once would have made my heart skip a beat. Now, it fueled the fire within me. I returned his smile with one of my own, though mine was laced with the knowledge of his betrayal.

A plan was forming in my mind, one that would ensure Marcus and Veronica’s scheme would crumble under the weight of their deceit. I would play the role they expected—for now—using their underestimation of me as my greatest weapon.

The wedding festivities continued around me, the music and laughter a stark contrast to the quiet resolve within. As I navigated the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and well-wishes, I knew that the night was far from over. The game was just beginning.

In that moment, I vowed to myself that when the dust settled, it would be Marcus and Veronica left standing in the rubble of their own making. And I, the so-called “nobody,” would emerge victorious, stronger and wiser than ever before.