XSTORIES4U: Tales of Love, Lies, and Betrayal - Book 1

Part 35 Engagement Party Shock: My Fiancé's Betrayal Revealed!

I never imagined my engagement party would turn into a living nightmare. As I stood there, beaming next to my fiancé, she grabbed the mic and announced she was pregnant—with my brother's child. The room fell silent, jaws dropped, and my heart shattered. My brother, who had been acting strange for months, turned pale. The betrayal stung like a thousand needles; my mind raced through all the late nights she was "working" and the times my brother covered for her. The guests, a mix of family and friends, whispered in shock, some recording the chaos. Anger boiled within me, but I was rooted to the spot, unable to process the enormity of the betrayal. My father's disappointed gaze met mine, and I realized the façade of our perfect life had crumbled. What killed me more was the realization that I had been so blind, so trusting. In an instant, my future was obliterated, and I was left grappling with the ultimate question —in that moment, who had betrayed me more: my brother, or her?

The shock still rippled through the room as I stood frozen, trying to grasp the full scope of what had just unfolded. My fiancé—no, ex-fiancé—stood there, her face a twisted mix of shame and defiance. My brother, on the other hand, couldn't even look at me. The weight of their deceit bore down on me like a suffocating blanket, and the ground beneath me seemed to shift.

But the twist came when my mother, standing off to the side, broke her silence. In a voice barely above a whisper, she said, "You think this is bad?" The room stilled again, eyes turning to her as she walked forward, her face pale but resolute. "I've been carrying this secret for years, but maybe it's time you all know. Your brother... isn't your brother."

The words hit me harder than the first betrayal. What? My mind couldn't process it. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice shaking.

My mother glanced nervously at my father, whose face went rigid. "He... he's the result of an affair I had a long time ago," she admitted, her voice cracking. "Your father raised him as his own, but—he's not your blood."

The entire room erupted in murmurs. The betrayal I thought I was dealing with suddenly morphed into something more twisted and tangled than I could have ever imagined. My brother—who wasn't even my brother by blood—had ruined my life, and the family I thought I knew was built on lies.

In that moment, everything felt surreal. My engagement, my family, my entire identity—it all felt like a cruel joke.

I took one last look at the people who had betrayed me, from the woman I was supposed to marry to the brother I no longer knew. The weight of their lies settled in, suffocating, but oddly freeing. Without another word, I turned and walked out of the room, leaving the shattered remnants of my past behind. As I stepped into the cool night air, I realized I wasn't just leaving them behind—I was finally walking away from the illusion that had been my life.