garden for her wedding – my wedding gift left her speechless.

When the wedding day finally arrived, I entered the reception hall with my head held high and a perfectly polite smile on my face.

I had opted for a simple but elegant black dress that was neither flashy nor intrusive, yet chic enough to make people turn around when I walked by.

Inside, my stomach was tense with nervousness, but outwardly I appeared completely calm and composed.

Colin greeted me at the entrance as if nothing had ever happened between us. He leaned towards me, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and placed his hand possessively on my lower back, as if we were still the perfect couple everyone thought we were.

He laughed loudly with his relatives, clinked champagne glasses with old friends, and played the role of the charming, devoted fiancé so convincingly that anyone who didn’t know the truth would have thought we were blissfully happy together.

Meanwhile, Kara floated through the festively decorated room in her flowing white dress, as if she were the star of her own fairytale film.

Outwardly, she seemed overjoyed, full of triumph and contentment. But when I looked at her, I saw only my mother’s mutilated roses and the devastation she had carelessly left in my garden.

At that point, I was just waiting for the right moment to put my plan into action.

My big moment finally arrived after all the speeches had been given and the wedding cake cut into perfect slices. The DJ called over his microphone for everyone to gather around the gift table at the front of the room.

The guests carried their carefully wrapped gifts and thick envelopes sealed with gold stickers