My Sister Laughed While I Was Down, but the Groom's Kick Exposed Their Secret

The Glowing Screen of Betrayal

The text message on Nicholas’s phone was brief, but it shattered my world instantly. It read:

"Keep Amber distracted at the reception. I’m emptying her business accounts right now. She still thinks I’m sick in bed. We split it 50/50."

My breath hitched in my throat. The sender was indeed David, my husband of three years. He had claimed a sudden, severe migraine was keeping him home, begging me to go to my sister’s wedding alone to represent our family.

As the crowd continued to clap and Nicholas bowed, I quickly snatched the phone off the floor before he could notice. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in my ankle. Nicholas turned to grab his phone, his smile freezing when he saw it in my hand. His face drained of all color.

"Amber, give that back,"

Nicholas whispered, his voice suddenly stripped of all its playful energy. He reached out, but I took a step back, my eyes darting to Victoria. My sister’s triumphant grin quickly faded into a look of sheer panic as she saw the expression on my face.

"What is this, Nicholas?"

I demanded, my voice trembling but loud enough to carry over the fading music.

"Why is my husband texting you about my business accounts? Why are you trying to keep me distracted?"

The reception hall fell dead silent. The guests who had just been cheering and laughing now stared in stunned silence. Victoria rushed forward, her white lace train rustling against the floor.

"Amber, don't make a scene at my wedding! You're ruining my special day over nothing!"

she hissed, trying to grab my arm. But I saw right through her. She wasn't surprised; she was terrified. It wasn't just Nicholas and David. My own sister was in on the plot to ruin me financially.