The Wedding They'll Never Forget - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The second step was cutting him off from our social circle—but I had to be smart about it. Too fast, and he'd notice. Too obvious, and I'd look suspicious. So I started small, planting seeds in casual conversations.
Over brunch with friends, I'd sigh and say, "He's been so busy lately—always out of town for work. I get it, but with the wedding coming up… I just wish he were around more."
The perfect balance of understanding and subtle concern. Just enough to make them sympathetic—but also suspicious. I'd brush it off with a smile, like it was no big deal, but I could see the doubt flicker in their eyes.
Over time, I painted him as distracted, distant—unreliable. When his friends (who conveniently worked with me) asked about wedding plans, I'd say, "Oh, I've been handling most of it. He's swamped with work, flying out every other week. But it's fine—he's stressed."
The more I played the patient fiancée, the more people questioned him. They'd whisper behind his back—Why isn't he helping? Doesn't he care? Friends texted to "check in," some outright saying, "It's weird he's not more involved, don't you think?"
I'd laugh it off, playing supportive, but the damage was done. His friends stopped inviting him out—"Didn't want to bother him." Others made excuses when he reached out. "Too busy."
I never accused him outright—that would've been too obvious. Instead, I let them believe he was the problem. And slowly, they all drifted to my side.
By the time he noticed, he was already isolated.
While he was distracted with her, I moved to step three: taking control of our assets.
This wasn't something I could rush—he was too involved in the business. So I worked quietly, under the radar.
I started small. During meetings with our accountant, I'd "double-check" paperwork he'd already signed. He'd wave me off—"You handle it." Perfect.
Soon, I was the one managing everything—contracts, investments, property. I slipped in clauses, transferred assets to my name, rewrote documents. All while he was too preoccupied to notice.
I even hired my own lawyer—someone he didn't know—specializing in hostile takeovers. We built an airtight case. If he ever fought back, I'd win.
By the time he glanced at a bank statement or questioned a decision, I had an answer ready. "It's all under control." And he'd relax, trusting me.
He had no idea I was stealing everything from him.
Soon, the business he thought we shared would be mine—every asset, every dollar, every property.
And he'd have nothing.