Bethany stood frozen, her chest tightening as she watched Fred slide the ring onto Chantel’s finger.

Chantel’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she squealed in delight, practically glowing under Fred’s adoring gaze. The scene felt surreal, like a joke meant to humiliate her.

“What the hell is going on?” Bethany’s voice broke through the moment, sharp and incredulous.

Her suitcase fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Her eyes darted around the place searching for Natalie, but her so-called friend had conveniently vanished into thin air. Typical. Bethany’s gut twisted with betrayal.

Fred, oblivious to her turmoil, turned back to Chantel and repeated, “Will you marry me?” His...