My Sister Stole My Boyfriend Because I Was “Fat”—But I Arrived At Her Wedding With The Man Everyone Feared

My Sister Stole My Boyfriend Because I Was “Fat”—But I Arrived At Her Wedding With The Man Everyone Feared

Mauricio materialized from the shadows, his tie loosened, his eyes frantic and desperate.

“Valeria, I need to talk to you.”

“We have absolutely nothing to say to each other.”

“I made a mistake,” he blurted out. “Camila is nothing like you. She’s vain, shallow, and empty. Your mother pressured me constantly. Everyone did. But I still feel something for you, Vale.”

Valeria let out a dry, hollow laugh. “Wow. You really are shameless, aren’t you?”

Mauricio took a step closer. “We can leave right now. We can fix this. I haven’t even signed all the paperwork for the civil marriage yet. I can halt the whole thing.”

She looked at him with pure disgust. “You left me because you claimed I didn’t fit into your prestigious world. Now I show up on the arm of a man far more powerful than you, and suddenly I have value again?”

Mauricio’s face hardened. “Don’t be naive, Valeria. A man like Damián Robles doesn’t actually care about women like you. He’s just using you to make a fool out of me.”

“No,” a deep voice cut through the dark from behind them. “You did a spectacular job of that all on your own.”

Damián stepped out from the shadows. Mauricio turned entirely translucent.

“This… this is none of your business,” Mauricio stammered.

“It became my business,” Damián replied coldly, “the exact moment you started embezzling funds from my construction firms to pay for this pathetic farce.”

Valeria froze. Mauricio opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Damián pulled out his phone. “Let’s head back inside. It’s time for everyone to hear the toast.”

When they returned to the grand salon, the mariachi band had just finished playing a romantic ballad. Damián picked up a glass and lightly tapped it with a spoon. The sound was quiet, yet the entire ballroom fell dead silent.

“Apologies for the interruption,” Damián announced to the crowd. “I simply want to congratulate the newlyweds on such an expensive celebration. Incredibly expensive, in fact.”

Mauricio whispered frantically, “Please, don’t do this.”

Damián didn’t even grant him a glance.