Two days later, I found myself driving my sleek black sports car—the same one Darren's used to borrow often. It felt strange to be in the driver’s seat instead of him, but something about it felt right, like I was reclaiming a part of what was mine. I needed answers!
The wedding venue was on the outskirts of town, tucked away behind a set of tall iron gates, surrounded by gardens and towering oak trees. As I parked, I noticed the crowd gathering outside. There was no mistaking the lavishness of the event.
I walked past the rows of luxury cars, making my way toward the entrance, where a massive banner hung overhead: "Warmly Welcoming Mr. Herault, CEO of International Group of Companies, to the Wedding!"
I felt a wave of nausea hit me. So that’s what this was all about! All this time, I thought I was the one helping Darren get ahead, but really, he’d been using me the whole time. And now, here he was, planning to marry Amber, showing off his connection to a successful, well-known entrepreneur.