Bride Discovers Groom’s Shocking Betrayal, Returns To Wedding with Ultimate Revenge

Bride Discovers Groom’s Shocking Betrayal, Returns To Wedding with Ultimate Revenge #folktalesstory

I don’t want Adana to catch us doing this. Chioma, Oena whispered under his breath. Relax, Chioma said with a sinister smirk while licking her lips. Adana froze. She had only come upstairs to surprise her groom before the wedding day. Maybe share a quiet moment. But now she was standing outside a half-closed hotel door, listening to the two people she trusted most in the world.

Her heartbeat quickened. The words stung before she even saw their faces. inside. Oena paced the room nervously. We need to hurry back. If she starts looking for us, she won’t. Chioma cut him off. Her tone calm and mocking. Adana is too blind to see what’s right under her nose. She thinks you’re her dream man. She thinks I’m her loyal friend.

She’ll never suspect. Adana’s hands shook as she leaned against the wall. She dared to peek through the slight opening in the door. There they were. Oena without his jacket, his tie loose around his neck, and Chioma leaning back on the bed, her red dress pulled high above her knees, smiling like the devil himself had blessed her.

“You’re forgetting what’s at stake,” Oena muttered. “Her father has influence in every boardroom in this city. Once I marry her, I’ll be sitting at those tables. You and I will finally have the life we deserve.” Chioma laughed low and cruel. deserve, please. All my life, I’ve watched her shine while I stood in her shadow.

Her clothes, her cars, her family name. Everything was handed to her. And now, thanks to you, I finally get to take something back. What’s hers will be mine. Adana’s chest tightened. She pressed her palm hard against her lips to stop a cry from escaping. Her eyes burned with tears as she listened. Oena moved closer to Chioma, lowering his voice. We must be careful.

If she finds out before the wedding, then you lose the jackpot, Chioma interrupted. But she won’t. She’s too busy being the perfect daughter. Too busy dreaming of happily ever after. You’ll say the vows, kiss her hand, and by tomorrow, you’ll own everything her family name carries. Meanwhile, she slid her arms around his neck, her voice dropping to a whisper.

I’ll be the one you truly belong to. Adana’s knees nearly gave way. She stumbled back from the door, but she couldn’t walk away just yet. She forced herself to listen a little longer. Oena chuckled, giving in to Chioma’s embrace. Then it’s settled. After the wedding, I’ll move the funds. We disappear for a while. Let the dust settle.

By the time she realizes it’ll be too late. She’s smile widened. And the best part, she’ll still be the one blamed for trusting the wrong man. The whole city will pity poor Adana while we enjoy her father’s money. Adana’s tears spilled freely now. Every word felt like a knife slicing deeper. She had given Oena her heart, trusted Chioma like a sister, and in return they plotted to strip her of everything.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. It was her mother, Victoria, calling to check on her. She silenced it quickly. Terrified the sound would betray her presence. She couldn’t let them know she was there. Not yet. She forced herself to pull away from the door completely. Her reflection in a small mirror on the wall startled her.

Eyes red, lips trembling, her bridal robe looking suddenly out of place. She looked like a stranger. She walked down the corridor slowly, each step heavier than the last. Her chest rose and fell as if carrying stones. She found a quiet corner near the stairwell, pressed her back against the wall, and slid down until she was sitting on the floor.

PART 2 :

Tears streamed, but no sobs escaped. She couldn’t allow herself to break here. Memories flashed. Oena holding her hand and telling her she was his world. Chioma helping her pick the wedding dress and saying, “You’ll be the most beautiful bride Nigeria has ever seen. Every laugh, every plan, every promise now dripped with poison. Her phone buzzed again.

This time it was a text from Oena. Hey, love. Hope the decorator isn’t stressing you. Can’t wait to see you later. Adana stared at the screen until her vision blurred. He was lying even now, pretending to be the loving groom while plotting behind her back. Slowly, she wiped her tears and took a deep breath. Her voice was a whisper meant only for herself.

They will not disgrace me. I will disgrace them. Her trembling stopped. In that moment, the pain in her chest hardened into resolve. She wasn’t going to run away. She wasn’t going to cancel the wedding quietly. She would wait. She would plan. And when the right time came, she would bring them both down in front of the entire world.

With her head held a little higher, Adana stood, fixed her robe, and walked out of the hotel into the harsh Lego sun. The brightness blinded her for a moment, but she didn’t look back. She had seen enough. The girl who entered that corridor had died at the door of room 608. The woman who left was different.

Broken, yes, but sharper, stronger, and ready for a war neither Oena nor Chioma saw coming. By the time Adana reached her room, their whispers still scratched at her ears. Felt unreal. The only way to breathe was to ask herself, “How did I fall for this?” And the answer pulled her straight into the past. It began at her father’s charity gala in Eco Hotel.

Lights everywhere, guests greeting Chief Daniel. Chioma tugged her arm. “Babe, there’s someone you must meet,” Chioma said. “He’s not like those loud Legos boys. He’s calm. He’s serious. They stopped before a tall man in a navy suit. His tie was slightly crooked, his smile warm. Oena, meet my best girl. Chioma said, “Good evening.