I attended the wedding of a wealthy woman as the event manager, having meticulously planned everything. When I saw the groom, my heart stopped—it was my John! I’m Amanda, a 28-year-old event organizer, managing Catherine’s extravagant wedding. I had never met her fiancé, Arnold, who she said trusted her decisions.

On the wedding day, I ensured everything was perfect. As the groom arrived, my past resurfaced—he was John, who had vanished months ago, leaving me heartbroken and in debt. He showed no recognition of me. Six months ago, he had drained our accounts and disappeared.

At the wedding, I confronted John, now posing as Arnold, exposing him in front of everyone. A police officer, who turned out to be Catherine’s brother, dismissed my claims. Undeterred, I devised a plan, disguising myself as Catherine’s elderly relative and pretending to offer a valuable diamond. When Arnold tried to steal it, he was caught red-handed.

Catherine, grateful for my actions, later offered me a job as her personal assistant, marking a hopeful new beginning. “I’d be honored, Catherine,” I replied.