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|The Shattered Vows|
As Verena quietly opened the door to the private room, the sight before her was a cruel tableau of betrayal. 
There stood Ethan, her supposed husband, locked in a passionate kiss with a half-naked stranger. The dimly lit room concealed Verena's presence, allowing her to witness the scene without being noticed.
Her heart pounded in her chest as the intimate embrace unfolded before her eyes. The soft whispers and the entwined figures painted a painful picture of deceit. Verena's initial shock gave way to a steely resolve as she realized the depth of Ethan's betrayal.
Without making a sound, Verena stepped back, retreating from the heart-wrenching tableau. The door closed behind her with a muted click, sealing the secret she now held. The shadows of the private room couldn't hide the truth that had etched itself into Verena's memory.
As Verena navigated the corridors of the event, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed her. Hurt, anger, and an overwhelming sense of loss collided within her. She had witnessed the unraveling of the facade Ethan presented-the man she thought she knew now revealed as a stranger.
In the dimly lit hallway, Verena's footsteps echoed a solitary journey, each step marking the painful realization that the sanctuary of love she believed in had crumbled. The event continued outside, oblivious to the personal tempest Verena carried within.
While Ethan remained entangled in the kiss, Verena, unseen and unheard, made her exit. The door closed, muffling the sound of her departure. 
The corridors, witnesses to her silent agony, offered no solace as Verena grappled with the shards of a shattered connection, leaving the private room and the betrayal it housed behind.
As Verena emerged from the shadows of the private room, her eyes met those of Alice, who had been patiently waiting. Alice, sensing the storm within Verena, hesitated before speaking. In that moment, Verena's gaze conveyed the turmoil of emotions she carried-betrayal, hurt, and the raw wounds of a shattered trust.
Alice, unaware of the specific details but sensing the weight of Verena's emotions, attempted to address her. "Verena, I-" she began, but Verena's steely look silenced any words of consolation.
The air thickened with unspoken pain as Verena, insulted and heartbroken, made her way past Alice without uttering a single word. The event, with its facade of glamour, crumbled in Verena's eyes, leaving behind the bitter taste of betrayal.
In the wake of the revelation, Verena navigated the crowded space, her steps a measured retreat from the illusions that had shattered around her. The echoes of the event's festivities became a distant hum as Verena, wounded and resolute, left behind the false promises and entered the cold reality of a broken connection.
In the dimly lit room, Ethan Salvador's eyes flickered with a calculating glint as he saw Verena witnessing the staged scene. The realization of her shattered trust played out like a carefully orchestrated symphony of pain. 
This wasn't an unforeseen consequence; it was a deliberate act, a pawn strategically moved on the chessboard of revenge.
The girl, still in the throes of the charade, looked at Ethan with a mixture of confusion and reluctance. "Ethan, what's going on?" she inquired, sensing a shift in the atmosphere.
Ethan, with a cold detachment, gestured for her to leave. "It's over. You can go now," he stated, his voice devoid of any warmth or remorse.
The girl, bewildered, tried to make sense of the sudden turn of events. "But... I thought we had something," she murmured, a hint of hurt in her eyes.