Trash Fiancé, Meet My Revenge - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

On what should have been my wedding day, Victoria stole my moment—stepping onto the red carpet just before me.
Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed at Damien, pulling her classic "heart attack" act yet again.
That same night, my mother passed away—leaving me forever, never to see me walk down the aisle.
I called Damien, desperate for comfort, but all I got was a cold, detached reply: "Stop bothering me. I've been busy lately."
I hung up, my fingers trembling, and finally turned to face my mother's tombstone.
Two years ago, she was diagnosed with sudden-onset leukemia. Her last wish? To see me happily married.
I'd begged Damien for months before he finally agreed to the wedding.
Now, with her gone, everything felt meaningless.
"We're done."
I sent the text calmly, then blocked and deleted him from my life.
When I got home, I was ready to pack up and leave this place of heartbreak behind.
But the universe had one last cruel joke for me.
In the yard, I found them—Victoria, flirting shamelessly, her skirt draped over Damien's head as he tinkered with the lawn.
"Damien, you're so bad! You got my skirt dirty—now you have to wash it!"
He didn't even flinch. If he'd had an ounce of shame, he would've noticed me standing there.
"Let it go. Claire can wash it when she gets back," he said casually.
"But what will I wear? Claire's clothes are way too big for me!"
Victoria smirked, her eyes locking onto mine with pure挑衅.
Five years.
I'd put up with this for five years.
And for five years, Damien's excuse was always the same: "She's just a kid. Let it go."
I walked past them without a word, heading inside.
Damien finally noticed me, poking his head out from under Victoria's skirt.
"Oh, you're back? My phone died—charge it for me."
As if nothing had happened.
"Also, Vivi wants your homemade steak for lunch. I told her we could just go out, but she insists only you make it right."
He kept talking, not realizing I was already gone.
"Ugh, forget it. If she won't cook, you can make it for me, Damien!" Victoria whined, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
I nearly gagged.
Were they seriously still trying to push me around?
I first met Damien at his family's hospital. My mother, worn down by illness, was a frequent patient. His grandfather took a liking to us, offering free checkups and waived fees.
One day, Damien was the one who greeted us.
"You must be Claire. Grandpa's not feeling well, so he asked me to look after you."
His handsome face and smooth voice swept me off my feet.
With his grandfather's blessing, we became a couple.
And that's when the nightmare began.
At first, I thought Victoria was just his little sister.
Until she made her true feelings clear.
"Oh, so you're the gold-digger who charmed Elijah and tricked Damien?"
She smirked, tossing her hair. "Your tricks are so outdated. Better watch your back."
I'll never forget the look of disdain on her face.
Downstairs, Damien stormed after me.
"Claire! Are you ignoring me now?"
I kept packing, silent.
"What's your problem?" His voice turned sharp.
When I didn't stop, he grabbed my wrist.
"Enough! So we missed the wedding—big deal. I'll make it up to you!"
Like it was just a minor inconvenience. A missed breakfast, not the betrayal of a lifetime.
I yanked free and kept folding clothes.
Damien glared, as if his anger alone could force me to obey.
But I was done.
I zipped my suitcase and turned to leave.
Then Victoria appeared in the doorway.
"Oh, Claire, I'm so sorry—"
Before she could finish, she "accidentally" elbowed toward me.
After five years, I knew her moves by heart.
I sidestepped, shoving my suitcase in her path.
She stumbled, crashing to the floor with a shocked gasp.
"Vivi!" Damien lunged for her.
I almost laughed.
Every time Victoria hurt me, he called me dramatic. But if she so much as scratched herself? Full-blown emergency.
"Claire! Have you lost your mind?"
I met his fury with ice. "What's wrong?"
Victoria clung to him, playing victim. "It's not her fault! Wei Wei just tripped… Wei Wei's so clumsy!"
Damien carried her to my bed, glowering.
"You did that on purpose."
Maybe he expected me to crumble, to beg forgiveness like before.
"Are you blind?"
He froze.
I'd never talked back to him.
"Donate your eyes if you're not using them. Plenty of people actually need them."
A cold smile touched my lips.
While I'd been burying my mother, Damien was playing nurse to Victoria—not even a call to check on me.
And now? He expected me to fall back into my role as his doormat.
Not happening.
I wasn't afraid anymore.