"Mrs. Chapman invited Luna too. She’s coming with us, so you can sit in the back."

Luna rolled down the window, turned toward me with a smug little tilt of her head, and pointed to the pink sticker on the seatback. It read, "Reserved for Luna."

"Autumn, I get carsick. Zachary said it’s better if I sit in the front. You don’t mind, do you?"

Before I could say anything, Zachary scoffed. "It’s just a seat. What’s there to mind?"

The two of them chatted nonstop all the way to the wedding venue while I sat silently in the back, listening.

Once we arrived, Luna casually wrapped her arm around Zachary’s.

Still recovering and weak after the miscarriage, I got out slowly. They didn’t wait and just walked off, leaving me behind. Guests passing by assumed they were a couple. Quite a few even came up to greet them.

"This must be your wife. So young and beautiful with such grace. Zach, you’ve got great taste!"

Zachary glanced back at the dull and worn-out me standing behind them and said nothing to correct them.

Luna lifted her chin a little higher, beaming with pride.

Then, someone nearby whispered, "Wait… isn’t the woman behind them his actual wife?"

Everyone turned to look at me as I just stood there like some tragic joke.

"No way. I’ve seen Zach and his wife at events before. I’d recognize her."

"Exactly. That woman in the back looks like a housekeeper. The one with Zach? She's young and elegant, obviously his wife."

"Come on, we’re talking about a high-profile wedding. Who brings their mistress to something like this in front of their wife? That’d be outrageous."

The air felt thick with tension. I lowered my head with my fists clenched tight.

Zachary didn’t say a word in my defense.

Then, the groom came rushing out, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Let’s all head inside. The ceremony’s about to start!"

Zachary kept a firm hold on Luna’s hand as they found seats near the front. Meanwhile, I picked a spot off in the corner.

The ceremony was simple. Before long, it was time for the vows.

Watching the groom choke up as he spoke his promises, I was suddenly hit by a memory. Zachary had once knelt like that too, his eyes full of sincerity as he swore he’d never let me down.

When I said "I do," he had lifted me into his arms and kissed me like I was his whole world. I still remember the joy on his face that day, but now… everything had changed.

Lost in thought, I didn’t notice the bridal bouquet sailing through the air. It flew right over my head and landed in Luna’s hands.

Before I could even process it, the guests around us cheered.

"Looks like there’s another wedding in the works! When are we getting the invite?"

Luna blushed and glanced playfully at Zachary, then gently laced her fingers with his. "As soon as someone proposes, I’ll say yes. We already have the rings. We're just waiting on the moment."

More cheers erupted, followed by shouts of "Kiss! Kiss!"

Luna leaned over and kissed Zachary on the cheek, beaming.

That’s when I caught a few side glances and faint murmurs from the crowd near me.

"Isn’t that his real wife sitting next to him?"

"And she’s just letting this happen? Damn…"

"Please. Everyone knows she’s been chasing after him for years. This is gonna be a mess."

With a calm smile, I stood up, reached down, and grabbed their interlocked hands, raising them high for all to see.

"You know what? This is perfect. There's no better time than now. I’m divorcing Zachary today. You two can have each other."

The room went dead silent.

Zachary grabbed at my sleeve, looking like he wanted to say something.

However, Luna quickly pulled on his arm. "Zach, my stomach’s acting up again…"

He immediately turned to her, concern in his eyes.

I shook off his grip and walked out without looking back.

After packing up my things at home, I sent the finalized divorce agreement to Zachary.

The moment I hit send, my phone rang. I thought he was finally going to talk about the divorce, but the second I picked up, he exploded.

"Autumn, I can’t believe how vile you are! You actually posted that video online just to ruin Luna’s reputation? She’s being harassed nonstop. She almost slit her wrists last night! You'd better show up at the press conference and publicly clear her name. Apologize. Now."

His yelling made my head spin. I opened my phone and saw the trending topic.

"Mistress publicly provokes wife at wedding—shameless and scandalous!"

Clicking on it, I saw that the footage from the wedding had gone viral. Thousands of comments were dragging Luna through the mud.

"I didn’t post this," I said flatly.

He sneered on the other end. "If it wasn’t you, then who else could it be?"

Then, as though he was doing me some huge favor, he added, "If you just show up, explain that it was all a misunderstanding, and help fix things, I’ll let the past go. You can still keep your position as Mrs. Reidser."

I actually laughed.

Even if I had done it, why on earth would I clean up Luna’s mess? And as for dangling the marriage like some prize? That didn’t mean anything to me anymore.

"Just sign the divorce papers." I hung up before he could say another word.

Zachary kept calling over a dozen times before he finally gave up.

However, not even thirty minutes later, the phone rang again. I was about to reject it when I saw the name on the screen: Mom.

"Autumn? Grandma’s sick. It’s serious... she might not have much time left. Can you come home?"

My heart dropped. My grandmother had raised me, and we were incredibly close. Without hesitation, I grabbed my car keys and sped all the way home, blowing through red lights.

However, when I opened the door, the sight that greeted me stopped me cold.

Zachary was sitting on the living room sofa. My parents were there too, smiling and fawning over him.

"Zachary, please don’t be angry. Once that ungrateful girl gets back, we’ll teach her a lesson."

That’s when it hit me. They lied. There was nothing wrong with Grandma.

My mom walked over and took my hand, gently coaxing me, "Sweetie, we heard what happened at the wedding. It’s all just a big misunderstanding. Why don’t you help clarify things?"

I said nothing as she kept going.

"It’s really no big deal—just a few words. And Zach promised he’d give us the Westside development project afterward."

I bit my lip, holding back tears, staring at them with a bitter smile. "So you sold me out... for some land?"

Their faces darkened.

"Don’t say it like that," my dad snapped. "We raised you. Can’t you do one thing for the family? A few words won’t kill you. You’re being selfish."

I looked at their greedy, self-righteous faces. All of them were asking me to sacrifice, and none of them cared if it destroyed me.

That was exactly why Zachary thought he could control me in this marriage.

"I’m not clearing her name. None of you cares about me. Am I even your daughter?"

My father’s expression twisted with rage. He slapped me across the face. "You ungrateful brat! You think you’re all grown up now, huh? Time for a real lesson!"

He grabbed a belt and raised it to strike me, but Zachary stepped in and caught his arm.

"There’s no need for this. Why all this drama over such a small thing? Autumn, even if you won’t do this for your family, think about yourself. You’re a divorced woman now. You're thirty, not some teenage girl. Who’s going to want you?"

I stood there stunned. That… that was what he really thought of me.

"Come on, Autumn," he continued, his tone softening. "Just cooperate and it’ll all blow over."

Everyone in that room was pushing me, pressuring me.

I slowly unclenched my fists and said coldly, "Fine. I’ll do it."

A collective sigh of relief washed over the room. Zachary immediately called his assistant to organize a press conference that night.

The next day, I stood under a wall of flashing cameras, dozens of reporters pointing their mics at me.

"Is it true that you were the other woman—that you broke up Mr. Reidser and his childhood sweetheart, Luna?"

"Did you leak the wedding video to get revenge? We heard Ms. Luna attempted suicide and is now in the hospital."

"Your family’s been accused of blackmailing Mr. Reidser over the years. Care to comment?"

Each question was sharper than the last—clearly planted, undoubtedly meant to destroy me.

I turned to look at Zachary. He stood off to the side, arms crossed, confident, certain he had me cornered.

I reached into my purse and pulled out the hospital report from my miscarriage.

My voice rang out, clear and strong. "That video wasn’t a smear campaign. It was the truth. Luna wasn’t just a mistress with no morals. She was the one who caused me to lose my baby."