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During The Toast, They Called Me 'Forever Single'—Then My Fiancé's Private Jet Landed

During The Toast, They Called Me 'Forever Single'—Then My Fiancé's Private Jet Landed ‪@RevengeReturn-s3n‬ The rehearsal dinner should have been about my sister Emma and her fiancé Bradley. Instead, it became another discussion of my perpetual single status. "A toast to Emma and Bradley," my aunt Linda announced. "Finally, a Morrison daughter who figured out how to keep a man!" The table erupted in laughter. I sat at the far end, phone face-down beside my plate. My mother Patricia jumped in. "At least one sister won't need wedding planning! Olivia's married to her career. We've accepted it." At thirty-three, I'd heard this for years. My younger sister Emma, twenty-eight, had been dating Bradley for eighteen months. Now she was getting married, and my family acted like she'd won while I'd been left behind. "Olivia's just too focused on that consulting work," my father Richard added. "Men don't like women who travel constantly." What they didn't know was that my "consulting work" was executive advising for Thorne Capital, one of the world's largest private equity firms. My client list included Fortune 500 CEOs and international conglomerates. They also didn't know about Alexander. Alexander Thorne. Heir to Thorne Capital, Harvard Business graduate, and the man I'd been secretly engaged to for three months. We'd kept our relationship private—his family's wealth attracted constant media attention, and I'd wanted to build my career on merit. The engagement ring locked in my hotel safe had cost more than Emma's entire wedding budget. A flawless five-carat diamond that belonged to his grandmother. We were planning a quiet ceremony in the Maldives next month. But my family didn't know. To them, I was Olivia the workaholic, destined to die alone. Emma stood up, flushed with champagne. "I want to thank everyone. And Olivia, don't worry. Your time will come. Maybe you'll catch the bouquet tomorrow!" More laughter. My cousin Jessica whispered loudly, "At this point, Olivia would rather catch a business card." I checked my phone under the table. A text from Alexander: Landing at Riverside Regional at 4pm tomorrow. Can't wait to see you. Should I wear the Tom Ford or keep it casual? I typed back: Surprise me. Fair warning—my family thinks I'm terminally single. His response: Not for much longer. Time to make an entrance. We'd agreed to keep things quiet until after Emma's wedding. But Alexander had insisted on attending. "I'm not missing your sister's wedding," he'd said. "And I'm tired of pretending we're not together." Bradley's father stood for his toast. "To Emma, who convinced my son to give up his bachelor lifestyle. Unlike some women—" he glanced at me, "—Emma knows success isn't everything. Sometimes you need to prioritize relationships." The implication was clear: I'd chosen wrong. #aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge