After Husband's Double Wedding

Synopsis

I scrolled mindlessly through Instagram, sprawled across our king-sized bed in the Manhattan penthouse I'd helped Christopher afford. Ten years of my life invested in his dreams, his company, his success. The afternoon sun streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park—windows I'd insisted on when we were house-hunting, because Christopher had been too busy closing another deal to attend the viewings. My phone buzzed with a text notification. Then another. And another. Mom: *Natalie, call me right now.* Dad: *Sweetheart, is this some kind of mistake?* Mom: *Are you okay?* Before I could respond, photos started flooding in. I squinted at the first image—an elaborate floral arch, white roses cascading down crystal pillars. The Plaza Hotel's grand ballroom, transformed into something out of a bridal magazine. I sat up straighter, a chill creeping up my spine. The next photo showed a crowd of Manhattan's elite in formal wear, champagne flutes raised. I recognized tech investors, venture capitalists, people Christopher had courted for years—with my help. Then came the photo that stopped my heart. Christopher—*my husband*—stood at the altar in a custom tuxedo I'd never seen. Beside him,