After six years of dating, I turned down the opportunity to study abroad, eagerly awaiting my wedding day. But on the eve of our wedding, I discovered that my long-time boyfriend had meticulously saved over ten thousand unflattering photos of me. He even labeled each set of photos: [Ugly, Uglier, Unbearably Ugly.] And he used these photos to amuse his crush, Bonnie Lewis. He even edited our wedding photos, replacing my face with Bonnie’s, and said to her. “If you’re willing to marry me, I can call off the wedding at any time.” I thought, “Since you want it this way, I’ll help you out. I won’t complete our wedding anymore.” But after I ran away from the wedding, he searched for me worldwide, nearly collapsing. ***** [See this photo of her when her parents passed away? She’s so ugly without makeup!] I was looking at the sample wedding photos on my boyfriend Stephen Lloyd’s computer when I stumbled upon his WhatsApp chat by accident, and it was still logged in on the computer. He was sending out photos of me, unflattering ones from when my parents died in a car accident, showing me in a state of collapse at the hospital. I was in there with disheveled hair, tears streaming down my face, and my veins bulging as I held onto their bodies in despair. There were even pictures of me kneeling on the ground, bowing in front of their caskets, saying my final goodbyes. [She looks so ugly without makeup!] [This one is even uglier. She looks so scary.] [Do you think it’s bad that we’re laughing at her? I feel so awful.] She sent this with a pitiful emoji, using her own selfie as the emoji. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the chat contact pinned at the top of his list wasn’t the client he had told me about. It was his childhood crush, Bonnie Lewis. I remember when we first got together, he deleted Bonnie from his contacts right in front of me. But now, I scrolled up through the chat history, and it was even longer than the one we had. Stephen, who never responded quickly to messages, always replied to Bonnie instantly. In no time, he replied: [She’s ugly to begin with. It’s only right to make fun of her.] [If you want to see, I have over ten thousand more photos of her on my computer, all kinds of unflattering photos of her… as long as it makes you happy.] Over ten thousand… When I saw this message, my hand couldn’t even hold the mouse steady. It was shaking. After six years together, we didn’t have more than ten photos of us in our phone albums. But he had over ten thousand unflattering photos of me. And these photos were used to entertain his crush, Bonnie. My heart was filled with disgust, but Stephen didn’t stop there. He sent over a set of our wedding photos. At first, I thought something seemed off, but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Until he said to Bonnie: [Do you see anything wrong with these?] Bonnie replied after a while: [How come it’s my face? Isn’t this your wedding photo with Kathryn?] That was when I looked closely and realized that in every photo he sent, my face had been replaced with Bonnie’s. And it didn’t look out of place at all. It was clear that this wasn’t something Stephen could have done on his own. [I had the wedding shop do it for me. In the same dress, you look so much better than her.] Stephen seemed to see nothing wrong with what he was doing. He even sat there, legs crossed, waiting for her reply with a sense of pride. I thought, “No wonder the photo studio charged me extra for editing.” I thought it was due to the complexity of the process. I thought, “Turns out, Stephen had added another set…” Looking at my own wedding photos, the ones I had carefully chosen after two full days of shooting, only to have my face swapped with Bonnie’s, I felt a deep sense of revulsion. No wonder he was so particular about the selection. It was for this. At that moment, I checked my email and accepted the foreign job transfer I had previously turned down because of the wedding. Thankfully, my boss was still expecting me, and he immediately agreed when I changed my mind. Then, I booked a flight for the day of the wedding and contacted the wedding planner to discuss some matters. Just then, Bonnie’s message came through again…
[But the one marrying you is still her! That’s something I can never compete with.] Stephen’s eyes visibly reddened when he read that sentence, completely ignoring the fact that I was right there. He quickly replied: [But if you’re willing, I can call off the wedding at any time.] The moment I saw that message on the screen, it shattered everything we’d built over the past six years into nothing. If she agreed, the wedding I’d waited six years for would be hers in an instant. I thought, “Stephen, how could you even say something like that? Using my breakdown after my parents’ car accident to comfort your dream girl. How could you?” My hands were trembling as I closed the chat window and walked past Stephen without answering his question. Instead, I locked eyes with him and said coldly, “Stephen, you forgot to log out of WhatsApp on your computer.” For a split second, he was panicked. But he quickly regained his composure. “You saw everything?” There was no trace of guilt in his eyes. There was a kind of indifference as if to say, “You saw it, so what?” He even gave me a disdainful look before saying, “You’re not going to tell me you’re angry, are you?” Seeing my cold expression, he let out a mocking laugh. “I knew you were petty. Bonnie has severe depression; don’t you know that? Using your unflattering photos to cheer her up is practically a good deed. What are you even angry about?” I thought, “Was this about depression? Or was it about Bonnie being the one with depression? Funny how Stephen never used his own embarrassing photos to help anyone else with depression.” It was just an excuse. Yet he seemed to believe it himself. He grabbed me and dragged me to the computer, pointing at the wedding photos that had been edited to feature Bonnie’s face. “Doesn’t she look better than you? You know Bonnie was the campus queen in college. And you? Just an ordinary girl. “I hate women like you who are so competitive. Bonnie even worried you’d get upset if you found out. Honestly, people like you are exhausting.” At that moment, I suddenly saw Stephen for who he really was. Gone was the aloof and superior facade from our college days. This was the real him. He was greedy, selfish, and good at making excuses. All those sweet nothings he said when he pursued me were just his way of covering up his true self. While he was hurling accusations at me, he took my car keys from the table. “I’m going to take Bonnie to see a doctor. I told you already. Don’t call me later and go hysterical.” I asked him to put my car keys back, and he slammed the door, telling me not to pull this stunt, that he wouldn’t fall for it. The next day was our wedding, but he drove my car across town with Bonnie to buy a seafood soup. When I checked the car’s surveillance, Stephen and Bonnie were making love, and it seemed like Stephen’s lifelong wish had come true. He was overjoyed. He even fed Bonnie the seafood soup spoonful by spoonful. Then Bonnie had a sudden idea. “Let’s go watch the sunrise! We never got to fulfill that wish from college. Let’s do it today!” Stephen hesitated. “I’m getting married tomorrow. Watching the sunrise isn’t appropriate.” Bonnie’s tears and the physical symptoms of her severe depression suddenly intensified. “I’m giving you everything before your wedding. I thought you understood what I meant, but it seems I was overthinking.” When he saw Bonnie trembling as she spoke, Stephen’s heart ached. He turned and sent me a message saying the wedding procession would be late in the morning, and then he turned off his phone. Looking at that message, I felt like the six years of obsession were gone, and all I felt was ridiculousness.
He would even delay the wedding procession to watch the sunrise with her. At this point, what was the point of even going through with the wedding? I thought, “Stephen, do you really think I, Kathryn Taylor, am meant to be with you?” I made a copy of all the in-car surveillance footage I’d seen and sent it to the wedding planner. I also replaced the wedding photos with behind-the-scenes footage for tomorrow’s shoot. Then, I notified my relatives and friends that the wedding was canceled. Since my parents passed away, I wasn’t particularly close with any of these relatives. They were happy to hear they didn’t need to bring gifts and quickly agreed. However, I didn’t notify Stephen’s family. I even sent a wedding invitation to Bonnie’s mother. Originally, Stephen had planned to send it to her family, but his mother didn’t approve. So, he only sent it to Bonnie. I found that e-invite while browsing through their chat history yesterday. After canceling my wedding dress order, I lay on the couch. The moment I opened my phone, I saw an alert from the car’s surveillance footage. I opened it without thinking. Stephen was taking pictures of Bonnie. Bonnie was laughing, taking pictures of my car, saying, “Kathryn is really such a spendthrift. Her parents are gone, but she still doesn’t know how to save money, buying such an expensive car.” Stephen laughed and said, “But her temperament doesn’t match the car. You’re the one who’s a better fit.” Then, he patiently took picture after picture of Bonnie. But during our six years together, every time I asked him to take a picture of me, he’d complain. He would just casually snap a few shots with his phone and toss them to me. When I shared a video about a boyfriend’s photography skills with him, he just replied, “Well, you look like this! “You’re ugly. How am I supposed to make you look good? You can always edit the photos yourself!” But now, he was tirelessly finding the perfect angles, adjusting her poses, his face filled with a satisfaction I had never seen before. They even spray-painted my car, turning it into a chaotic mess. In the end, they snuggled together, watching the sunrise. The next morning, the wedding planner received my notice and promptly replaced all the wedding photos with the ones I sent. Stephen called me, but I didn’t pick up. Instead, I sent a text. [Just go straight to the banquet hall. No need to pick me up.] [Good girl. By the way, Bonnie’s coming too, so just let her be your bridesmaid. She can handle her own dress.] [Do whatever you want!] By the time I sent that message, I was already sitting at the airport, waiting to board with the notification from the company in hand. When Stephen and Bonnie arrived at the wedding venue, the wedding planner followed my instructions and started filming everything in real-time. Bonnie, dressed in white, even wore a veil and linked arms with Stephen as they entered, as if she were the bride. The moment Stephen stepped in and looked around, he completely lost it. “What is this?! Who arranged for all my unflattering photos to be posted everywhere?! Was it Kathryn!” He pointed angrily at the wedding planner, storming backstage to find me. “Where’s Kathryn?” The wedding planner quickly responded, “Ms. Taylor said she’s not attending the wedding and has already been on a flight…” “What do you mean she’s not attending? She’s the bride! If she doesn’t show up, then who will?!” Watching Stephen lose it was so amusing. I didn’t feel bored during my wait at the airport. “And who told you to put up all my unflattering photos? You covered the whole hall with them! “Take them down! Now!” Bonnie quickly chimed in, “So, you mean Kathryn ran away on her wedding day? How could she do this? What about the guests who came? She’s being too unreasonable.” At that moment, the wedding planner relayed my message. “Ms. Lewis, aren’t you wearing a wedding dress? Why don’t you help with the ceremony to entertain the guests?” Bonnie looked at Stephen shyly, as if embarrassed, but kept murmuring about how it wasn’t right. However, it was clear she was willing. Seeing this, Stephen quickly said, “Kathryn can come or not. Who cares about her? Bonnie, will you help me out?” As I expected, Bonnie refused a few times before reluctantly agreeing and walking through the ceremony with Stephen. The show was just getting started when they walked hand in hand toward the stage… Just as Stephen took out the custom-made wedding ring I had chosen and lovingly put it on Bonnie’s finger, the doors to the banquet hall suddenly burst open. A group of police officers rushed in. “Mr. Lloyd, Ms. Lewis, you have been reported for malicious criminal behavior. Please come with us for investigation!”
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