Humiliated by My Fiancée, Crowned by Revenge — Novel

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Dustin Sanchez thought he knew what betrayal looked like, but nothing could prepare him for the humiliation awaiting him at the Water Splash Festival. Just as he steps into his new role as the head of the family’s regional branch in Meridian City, he finds himself drenched, not just with water but with the disdain of his fiancée, Judy Henson, and her childhood sweetheart, Howard James. What was meant to be a celebration quickly spirals into a public spectacle, with laughter piercing through the air, mocking him as he kneels before the very people he once called allies.

With a history of sacrifice and devotion to Judy, Dustin faces the gut-wrenching reality that the love he believed would withstand any storm is now a weapon turned against him. As water guns fire relentlessly, and Judy's cruel laughter echoes, he must decide: how far will he go to reclaim his dignity? And what happens when the lines between love, revenge, and desperation begin to blur?

In a world where loyalty is fleeting and alliances shift like the tide, can Dustin find the strength to rise above the chaos? Or will he be left gasping for air, drowning in the very betrayal he thought he could never face?

Humiliated by My Fiancée, Crowned by RevengeChapter 1

The day I took over every regional branch my family ran in Meridian City, the whole city was deep in the Water Splash Festival. I'd barely walked out of the banquet before a crowd boxed me in and opened up with high-pressure water guns at point-blank range.

The one going hardest was Howard James—my fiancée's childhood sweetheart.

The water guns punched straight through my ceremonial coat in seconds. Embarrassing didn't begin to cover it.

I stepped forward and knocked the water gun out of Howard's hands. My voice was dead serious.

"There's a line. You just crossed it."

Before I could finish, Howard's expression crumpled into something wounded and pitiful.

"It's the Water Splash Festival—you're supposed to get soaked! Why do you always have to go after me like this..."

Judy Henson's face changed the moment she saw it.

She glanced over her shoulder.

A dozen high-pressure water guns swung toward me in unison and opened fire.

Every last stream was aimed below the belt.

The pressurized water soaked through my lower half in an instant, bringing a raw, burning sting.

The crowd around us kept growing.

My eyes were bloodshot. I screamed.