The Wedding Gift That Shattered My World
H. and I were inseparable in college — same hometown, same struggles, surviving on instant noodles in a damp room. After graduation, we went our separate ways but stayed in touch. Then one day H. called, crying. Her father was sick, her mother sold vegetables, their house leaked. She begged to borrow 200 million VND. I gave her all my savings plus a hot loan, trusting her promise to repay within the year.
But H. vanished — no calls, no texts, Facebook deleted. I felt betrayed but couldn’t bring myself to report her.
Three years later, on my wedding day, a luxury car pulled up. Out stepped H., stunning in branded clothes and perfume. She handed me a thick envelope and whispered, “Congratulations.” Inside was no cash — only a bank transfer slip showing 200 million sent to my account that morning, signed “H. — capital and apology repaid.”
But the transfer wasn’t from her. It was from my new husband. My heart froze. In one moment, I discovered the cruel truth — my best friend and my husband had a past.
The most expensive wedding gift I received that day was not money, but betrayal.
