As Chelsea and Peter were deeply involved in their marriage preparations, she never envisioned the anguish that was to come. Upon arriving back to see her world turned upside down, Chelsea begins a path of affection, deception, and surprising revelations that make her doubt everything she held true.
I am Chelsea, a 28-year-old who believed she had it all sorted. My partner, Peter, and I had been a couple for more than four years, and our wedding was scheduled in three months.
The wedding plans were progressing smoothly, everything appeared flawless. Yet, looking back, there were always hidden troubles, especially concerning his mother, Debbie, who clearly disapproved of me.
I recall the initial visit to Peter’s family home. Debbie scrutinized me, then gave Peter a forced smile, saying, “Oh, she’s…nice.”
Subsequently, it became a relentless struggle. Her subtle insults were constant, like the time I prepared dinner and she commented, “It’s good, Chelsea. Not quite how Peter prefers it, but good.”
Peter would dismiss it, claiming, “She’ll warm up to you. Just be patient.” However, after four years, I was still waiting.
to our apartment only to find my heart drop. My luggage was lined up at the front door: MY LUGGAGE.
“Is this some kind of prank?” I whispered to myself. Dropping my bags, I hastened to the unlocked door. Inside, a haunting silence prevailed. My attempts to call Peter were futile; he was unreachable. Anxiety mounted as I sought explanations.
A noise from the upper floor drew me upstairs, my thoughts swirling with possibilities. Entering our bedroom, there was Debbie, rummaging through our closet.
“Debbie, what in the world is happening? Why are my belongings outside?” I asked, striving to remain composed.
She faced me with a satisfied grin, noticing my phone. “Oh, look who’s here! Chelsea dear, trying to contact Peter? Well, good luck, because he’s finished with you. He’s relocating without you, and the wedding’s off.”
I felt the earth vanish under me. “Off? What do you mean? Where’s Peter?”
Debbie, arms folded, wore a look of victory. “He doesn’t want to see you. You’re no longer welcome here.”
“I don’t believe you,” I retorted, eyeing the still smug Debbie.
My heart racing, I exited the apartment desperate for answers. Driving to his parents’ place, I clung to the hope of a gross misunderstanding.
Arriving, I saw Peter’s car and felt a momentary relief. He was here. Bursting in without knocking, I cried out.
“Peter! Peter, where are you?” I shouted in desperation.
Entering the living room, I found Peter seated beside another woman. My heart sank further recognizing her: Jennifer, the daughter of Debbie’s close friend, Moira. Debbie had always preferred Peter with Jennifer, not me.
“Peter, what is happening?” I choked out.
His gaze was icy as he replied, “You cheated on me, Chelsea. I have the photos to prove it.”
Stunned, I managed, “What? I’ve never cheated! What photos?”
Peter stood, presenting a set of photos featuring me with an unknown man. I was flabbergasted.