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As Jane gets ready to marry Anthony, she receives anonymous messages warning her not to do so. When she follows a wild goose chase to a nearby hotel, she finds the reason behind the warnings.<\/p>\n
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the wedding venue, where Jane sat in front of a large mirror. It was her big day. As she began to apply her makeup, her movements were reflective, almost meditative. There was a quiet, introspective look in her eyes.<\/p>\n
Standing behind her, her mother adjusted the dress on the bed. \u201cHair and makeup first,\u201d she reminded gently. \u201cAnd then we\u2019ll slip you into your dress.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Jane nodded, her hands steady as she applied her eyeliner. \u201cI know, Mom,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re so calm,\u201d her mother observed. \u201cAre you excited to see Anthony?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane paused, the eyeliner hovering. \u201cYes,\u201d she said softly. \u201cHe\u2019s thrown himself into the wedding planning. I never knew he had such a knack for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mother chuckled. \u201cThat\u2019s my Janey, always full of surprises.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane\u2019s reflection showed a small, wistful smile. \u201cYou know, meeting Anthony was like something out of a cheesy romance novel. At the supermarket, of all places.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mother\u2019s eyes twinkled with amusement. \u201cThe story of the watermelon meeting. It\u2019s not every day you find love in the produce section.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Jane\u2019s smile grew as she remembered that day\u2014Anthony\u2019s easy charm, the playful banter over watermelons, and their shared laughter. It all seemed like a distant, beautiful dream. But it was nice to think about as she slipped into her wedding dress.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you know,\u201d she continued, her voice trailing off as she applied another layer of mascara, \u201cI\u2019ve always been the one who tries to make others happy. It\u2019s what Anthony loved about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s true,\u201d her mother agreed. \u201cYou\u2019ve always been our little people-pleaser. But remember, today is about your happiness, Jane.\u201d<\/p>\n
She met her mother\u2019s eyes in the mirror and was about to speak when her phone buzzed, breaking the moment. Picking it up, Jane saw an incoming voice message. Her brows furrowed as she played it in low volume so her mother wouldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n
The unknown voice filled the room: \u201cYou need to cancel the wedding, Jane. This isn\u2019t right for you. There are things you don\u2019t know. Secrets. Trust me, Jane. This is for the best. Cancel the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Jane\u2019s hand trembled slightly. Her mother, sensing the change, leaned in with concern. \u201cWhat is it, honey?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head, a storm of confusion brewing in her eyes. \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 it\u2019s nothing, Mom. I have to go out for a second.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn your wedding dress?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she said, swallowing thickly.<\/p>\n
Ignoring the age-old superstition that it\u2019s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding, Jane strode purposefully across the hallway.<\/p>\n
She reached Anthony\u2019s room at the venue, her hand hesitating for just a moment before she pushed the door open. Anthony, caught off-guard, spun around, his eyes widening.<\/p>\n
\u201cJane! What are you\u2026 you shouldn\u2019t be here in your dress,\u201d he stammered.<\/p>\n
Jane\u2019s voice was steady and clear. \u201cWe need to talk, Anthony. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Anthony\u2019s confusion was evident in the lines on his forehead, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes. Guilt?<\/p>\n
\u201cThis,\u201d Jane said, holding up her phone and playing the mysterious voice message.<\/p>\n
The room fell silent as the voice message ended. Anthony\u2019s expression shifted from confusion to mild amusement. \u201cIs this some kind of joke? Who would send you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane\u2019s eyes searched his carefully. \u201cIs there something you\u2019re not telling me, Anthony?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, of course not!\u201d Anthony replied quickly. Too quickly. \u201cIt\u2019s got to be a prank.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane pursed her lips, worried. Anthony stepped closer. \u201cJane, you can\u2019t let this get to you. We have a big day ahead. And remember, tomorrow\u2019s my big business deal. This could all be part of it. You know how important this is.\u201d<\/p>\n
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She took a step back. \u201cSo, this is just about your business deal? Is that all our wedding is to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, no, of course not,\u201d Anthony backpedaled. \u201cBut think about it. After tomorrow, our lives could change. We could be on our way to becoming millionaires. Don\u2019t let some stupid message ruin everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane closed her eyes and muttered, \u201cI need some time to think.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face softened. \u201cI understand. But please, think about us, about our future. I\u2019ll go pick up the priest from the airport now. I\u2019ll see you later, waiting at the end of the aisle.\u201d He kissed her hair tenderly and left, making Jane even more confused.<\/p>\n
Back in her room, she stood motionless. Having finished her own preparations, her mother entered the room, her expression turning to one of concern upon seeing Jane\u2019s saddened eyes.<\/p>\n
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\u201cJane, darling, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
Jane attempted a reassuring smile, but it faltered. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing, Mom. Just\u2026 wedding day jitters, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mother wasn\u2019t convinced. \u201cYou can tell me anything, you know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane pondered for a moment. But before she could decide whether to confide in her mother, a sharp knock at the door interrupted them. \u201cI\u2019ll get it,\u201d she said quickly.<\/p>\n
She opened the door to find no one there \u2013 just a mysterious package on the doorstep. Puzzled, Jane picked it up and brought it inside.<\/p>\n
Inside, Jane found a series of photographs that made her heart sink \u2013 images of Anthony with another woman, their intimacy unmistakable.<\/p>\n
But among the photos was a card with a message that sent a chill down her spine: \u201cKarma will show you the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mother gasped in shock. \u201cJane, what is this? Is that Anthony? Is he being blackmailed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane nodded silently, not knowing how else to explain this and feeling as if the ground had been pulled from under her feet. With trembling hands, she dialed Anthony\u2019s number, needing to hear his voice.<\/p>\n
Ring\u2026 Ring\u2026 The phone seemed to echo through the room, each tone hammering her heart. He never answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know this hotel,\u201d her mother affirmed. \u201cThey have the same lamp in each room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally? Where?\u201d Jane demanded, and her mother reluctantly told her the address. \u201cI have to go. I\u2019ll be back soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBe careful.\u201d<\/p>\n
With a nod, Jane hurried out, the photographs clutched in her hand like a lifeline to the truth. She arrived at the hotel in record time. Her heart raced as she approached the reception desk. \u201cHi, I need to check on a guest, Anthony,\u201d Jane asked, clearing her throat. \u201cHis last name is Sanders.\u201d<\/p>\n
The receptionist, a young man with a polite smile, replied, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, ma\u2019am, but we can\u2019t disclose guest information. It\u2019s against our hotel policy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane insisted, \u201cPlease, it\u2019s really important. I believe he\u2019s here, and it\u2019s urgent that I see him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The receptionist\u2019s expression remained sympathetic yet unyielding. \u201cI understand, but I really can\u2019t help you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane turned away, not knowing what else to do. But just then, she overheard the receptionist call out to a hotel maid. \u201cKarma, you\u2019re needed in room 121 for cleaning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane froze. Karma? The card! Karma will show you the way.<\/p>\n
She turned and watched as the maid, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, acknowledged the instruction and turned her eyes to her for just a second. In that fleeting moment, Jane understood \u2013 this was her lead.<\/p>\n
She followed her down the corridor, dreading each step, but she had to know the truth. As Karma entered room 121, Jane waited a few moments before gently trying the door. To her surprise, it was unlocked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow. You\u2019re smart. I didn\u2019t know if you would get my message, but it worked,\u201d a woman said, rising from the hotel bed. \u201cThanks, Karma. You can go.\u201d<\/p>\n
The maid passed by Jane, who was still confused at the entrance, and left them alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re the woman in the photos,\u201d Jane murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnya,\u201d she introduced herself, resigned. \u201cYou\u2019re Jane, correct? I suppose it\u2019s time you knew everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jane whispered, \u201cHow long? How long has this been going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo long,\u201d Anya replied. \u201cBut I only found out about you last week. Can you believe he wanted to keep me as his mistress? That\u2019s when I decided enough was enough. He had to be stopped.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before Jane could respond, a noise from the hallway caught their attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cQuick! It\u2019s him! Hide and record it,\u201d Anya said, pushing Jane toward the bathroom just as the hotel room door opened.<\/p>\n
Anthony\u2019s entrance was calm, as if he owned the place. Anya greeted him with a feigned warmth that made Jane\u2019s skin crawl even if she couldn\u2019t see it. Once she was sure they were closer to the bed, Jane opened the bathroom door slightly, took out her phone, and started recording their conversation.<\/p>\n
Anthony\u2019s words, his casual intimacy with Anya, cut through her like a knife. It was all the confirmation she needed \u2013 the man she was about to marry was living a lie.<\/p>\n
Things were getting more heated, but Jane had enough \u2013 both in her soul and the video \u2013 and slipped away quickly. But instead of breaking down, she felt a piece of her old self fall away, leaving room for a new version to emerge.<\/p>\n
Jane returned to the wedding venue and told her mother everything. Together, they devised a plan that would make Anthony regret his betrayal.<\/p>\n
The guests gathered an hour later, and the wedding march began. Jane walked down the aisle and took her place at the altar opposite a smiling Anthony.<\/p>\n
The ceremony proceeded, and Jane\u2019s chest thundered as they reached the vows. When the priest signaled for her vows, she signaled to the video technician, who, as instructed, played the recording she had made in the hotel room.<\/p>\n
Anthony\u2019s loving words to Anya filled the room as the evidence of his infidelity appeared on the screen. The guests gasped in shock, and Anthony\u2019s face drained of color.<\/p>\n
Jane turned to face the crowd, her voice clear and strong. \u201cThis wedding won\u2019t happen because my groom is a cheater. I can\u2019t marry a man I can\u2019t trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anthony began to protest, \u201cNo, this is a misunderstanding,\u201d but his words fell on deaf ears. The crowd was in an uproar, but the noise was interrupted when a woman stood up. It was Mrs. Richards, Anthony\u2019s potential business partner, the one who could put them on their way to \u201cbecoming millionaires.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Sanders, I cannot work with someone who lacks integrity and loyalty,\u201d she declared. \u201cOur deal is off, and I will make sure everyone in our industry knows about this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d Anthony bellowed, his hand rising to stop Mrs. Richards. But she walked out, followed by a stream of grumbling guests.<\/p>\n
Jane\u2019s mother tripped Anthony as he tried to chase after the important businesswoman. Jane looked down at him, wrinkling her upper lip and feeling slight satisfaction at his helpless expression. She had to rub it in.<\/p>\n
\u201cKarma did her job, Anthony,\u201d Jane said.<\/p>\n
With those final words, Jane walked away from the altar, her mother by her side. In the car, Jane\u2019s mother asked, \u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, we go home, pack his things, throw them out, and move on,\u201d Jane said, nodding triumphantly.<\/p>\n
They stopped for dinner on the way. Jane felt lighter with each passing moment because she was no longer a people-pleaser but a woman who had faced deception and emerged stronger.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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