My fiancé, Jack, proposed to me nine months ago, and it was like a dream come true.

We had been together since high school, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him. We started a wedding fund together, both of us contributing a grand each month. I was determined to make our big day perfect, so I tightened my belt and cut back on expenses wherever I could. For months, I scrimped and saved, sacrificing dinners out, weekend getaways, and even new clothes, all in the name of our future together. I watched our wedding fund grow, feeling a sense of pride and excitement with each deposit. But a couple of days ago, something compelled me to check our safe, where we kept all our important documents and valuables. As I opened it, my heart sank. The safe was empty. Panic surged through me as I frantically searched for any sign of our wedding fund, but there was nothing. When Jack returned home, I confronted him immediately. I asked him about the money, hoping against hope that there was a reasonable explanation. But his response shattered my world. With a casual shrug, Jack admitted that he had spent the entire wedding fund. My mind reeled as he confessed that he had used the money to invest in a risky business venture, convinced that it would pay off big in the long run. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All those months of hard work and sacrifice, gone in an instant. I felt betrayed, angry, and utterly devastated. How could he do this to us? As Jack tried to justify his actions, I felt my legs give way beneath me. The room spun, and darkness closed in as I crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed by the weight of his betrayal. I never imagined that our journey to the altar would begin with such heartbreak and deception.