When Chelsea and Peter’s wedding preparations were in full swing, she never anticipated the heartbreak that awaited her. Returning home to find her life in disarray, Chelsea embarks on a journey of love, betrayal, and unexpected truths that leave her questioning everything she once believed.I’m Chelsea, a 28-year-old woman who thought she had everything figured out. My fiancé, Peter, and I had been together for over four years, and we were planning to get married in three months.Wedding preparations were in full swing, and everything seemed perfect. But, in hindsight, there were always shadows lurking: mainly, his mom, Debbie. She never liked me, and she made no effort to hide it. I remember the first time Peter brought me to his parents’ house.
Debbie looked me up and down and then turned to Peter with a tight smile, “Oh, she’s…nice.” From then on, it was a constant uphill battle. She’d make little jabs, like when I cooked dinner for them, she’d say, “It’s good, Chelsea. Not quite like how Peter likes it, but good.”Peter always brushed it off, saying, “She’ll come around. Just give her time.” But four years later, I was still waiting. Fast forward to a day that started like any other. I was excited because we had finally chosen the venue for our wedding.
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