While setting up our wedding room, I, Maya Geller, discovered an unidentified stain on the bed sheets. Someone had already been in our new home where I was about to hold my wedding! My mind went blank, and I immediately video-called my fiancé Griffin Johnston. For once he answered instantly, but it was Griffin’s assistant Wren Parker who appeared on the screen. “The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” She smiled seductively and brazenly. I thought coldly to myself: “Perfect. I’m not marrying this man.” ***** When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” Instead, she deliberately looked around at my surroundings and said softly, “Oh, you’re in the new room. The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” I felt dizzy and my head was buzzing. Staring at the woman on the screen, I was momentarily speechless. Wren’s gaze swept over the bed sheets behind me, her tone becoming increasingly smug: “The groom’s not bad either—I tested him for you too.” Only then did I notice her surroundings—a hotel room. Suppressing my surging anger, I struggled to stay calm and spoke again: “Where’s Griffin?” Wren’s eyes deliberately glanced in a certain direction as she said with feigned difficulty, “Mr. Johnston is working overtime, of course. He’s very busy.” Then a familiar voice came through: “Wren, come help me scrub my back.” I froze completely, opening my mouth but unable to make a sound. “You just want to trick me into joining you in the shower, you bad boy.” As Wren spoke, she winked at me and then hung up the video call. I collapsed to the floor, completely drained of strength, consumed by anger and pain. I don’t know how much time passed before I bitterly smiled and threw those bed sheets into the trash. Tomorrow was supposed to be Griffin’s and my wedding day. I was busy setting up our wedding room while he was busy getting a hotel room with his female assistant. I knew Wren had deliberately sabotaged my wedding. She succeeded. I sent Griffin a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t want to marry you anymore.] I didn’t want this defiled new home, let alone that contaminated man. Looking at the wedding figurine on the table—a couple in wedding attire embracing and smiling—I violently threw it into the trash. I smashed our wedding photo on the wall and tore up all the wedding decorations I had personally arranged. After sending a group message to friends and family canceling the wedding, I turned off my phone and went home. In the quiet, I unconsciously began recalling all the moments Griffin and I had shared over the years. I got myself completely drunk, just to fall asleep with alcohol’s help. The next morning, violent pounding on my door woke me up. Griffin stood at my doorstep with his groomsmen, all dressed in suits. The roses in his hands were scattered and crushed. Seeing my obviously hungover state, he roared furiously: “Maya! Are you out of your mind?!” His twisted, contorted face was truly ugly—I actually found it somewhat amusing. This smile further provoked Griffin. He violently threw the broken bouquet to the ground and bellowed: “Do you know today is our wedding day?!”
I rubbed my eyes, the fatigue from my hangover making me even more irritated. My tone unconsciously turned sharp: “Didn’t I make myself crystal clear? I’m not getting married! We’ve broken up—don’t you get it?” Griffin’s eyes were bloodshot, as if he was desperately trying to suppress his rage. He squeezed his eyes shut hard and said through gritted teeth: “Get changed right now and come with me. I’ll pretend nothing happened—I can forgive you this once.” What on earth made him think I was some lovesick fool? I just took my relationships seriously. What gave him the right to think I couldn’t survive without him? My gaze swept over the groomsmen behind him, all wearing expressions of someone watching a good show. I said: “Griffin! You’re the one who screwed up. Do you want to discuss your little affair with Wren right here? Get out! We’re done—understand?” He froze for a moment, his face changing dramatically. That arrogant attitude vanished instantly, his eyes began darting around, but he didn’t leave. His tone softened. He said: “You’ve got it all wrong. It’s my fault—I didn’t have time to explain everything to you beforehand. You can hit me or yell at me all you want later. Today is our wedding, the most important day of our lives. All our friends and family are waiting for us. Stop making a scene and come back with me, okay?” He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes so sincere it was as if I was the one being unreasonable. Griffin’s mood swings were really something. Seeing the groomsmen shooting disapproving looks my way, his best friend even stepped forward to persuade me: “Maya, this really isn’t the time to throw a tantrum. After the wedding, you can do whatever you want.” Perfect. Griffin wanted to embarrass me in public, so I’d play along. But whatever happened next would be entirely his own doing. I nodded: “Fine, just give me a minute.” After washing up, I threw on a random dress and came back out. Griffin asked if I wanted to do my makeup and change into my wedding dress, but I refused both. His face darkened, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. The hotel was filled with guests from his family. Although my friends and relatives didn’t know what had happened, they already knew I’d canceled the wedding. But when they saw me walk in dressed like this, the atmosphere became noticeably awkward. Several guests immediately started criticizing me: “How can you be so selfish about something as important as a wedding? Saying you won’t come and then not showing up? Only Griffin would put up with you.” “Exactly! All these relatives and friends waiting here. If you didn’t want to get married, why didn’t you say so earlier!” “Alright, alright, Maya did show up after all.” Griffin’s mother, Hayley Johnston, took my arm and led me to sit beside her. Her face showed no sign of displeasure, and she even asked gently: “We couldn’t reach you anywhere—we were so worried. Did Griffin make you angry? Tell me, and we’ll help you teach him a lesson.” Griffin’s father, Michael Johnston, also chimed in with a smile: “That’s right, we’re all on your side.” Griffin’s parents had always been wonderful to me. Marrying into their family, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting along with them at all. Hayley was a thoughtful and tolerant elder, and Michael was gentle and generous. But Griffin’s infidelity was something I could never forgive, no matter what. I didn’t say anything for a moment. Hayley assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and said earnestly: “Maya, go get your makeup done and change clothes. I’ll make sure Griffin apologizes to you later.” “Right, don’t let such an important day go to waste,” Michael added his persuasion. I let out a long sigh, ready to explain the situation to them properly and resolve this peacefully. Just then, someone’s arrival interrupted me. Wren clicked in on high heels, wearing a flowing red dress, walking in with light, defiant steps. She smiled slightly, her gaze challenging as she looked at me, her exquisite makeup forming a stark contrast to my bare face. Her footsteps had a distinct rhythm that drew everyone’s attention. She said: “I’m not late, am I? Ms. Geller, congratulations on your wedding.”
I smiled back. Wren looked absolutely stunning, almost like she was the star of the wedding. Wren walked straight to the main table and sat down beside me in what should have been Griffin’s seat. As she bent down to sit, a glimmer of light at her neck caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but look closer. My heart, which I thought had already gone cold, somehow managed to drop a few more degrees. It was a diamond ring, identical to my wedding ring—a design I had created myself, the only one of its kind in the world. And now, it was hanging around the neck of Wren, the other woman. If my wedding had gone as planned, I had no idea what kind of ring Griffin would have given me. But whether it was some random substitute or something taken from his assistant’s neck, it all made me sick. I still couldn’t help but feel angry, digging my nails into my palms, trying hard not to lose my composure. Just then, Griffin walked into the banquet hall with the minister. “Isn’t the bride wearing a wedding dress? The red dress works too—it’s beautiful.” The minister clearly mistook Wren, dressed in her red gown with perfect makeup, for today’s bride and nodded approvingly. Wren glanced at me, then put on an embarrassed expression, quickly waving her hands. “No, I’m not today’s bride. Ms. Geller, please don’t misunderstand.” Griffin strode over with a dark expression, demanding, “Why haven’t you gone to do your makeup and change clothes? Do you even care about this wedding at all!” He reached out to grab me. Hayley quickly stepped forward to block him, scolding, “Griffin, can’t you speak nicely? Why are you being so harsh?” Wren jumped in at just the right moment, chiming in, “Exactly, Ms. Geller is just being a little stubborn. Mr. Johnston, just humor her a bit—don’t let it delay the wedding.” Griffin became even more furious, looking completely frazzled in front of all the guests. He pointed at me and shouted, “Maya, your stubbornness needs to have limits! Go change your clothes right now!” Wren stood up, gently patting Griffin’s arm to soothe him. “Don’t be angry. Just let Ms. Geller go change. I’ll help you greet the guests.” I said, “Since you’re so eager to greet the guests, why don’t you just go ahead and marry him too?” I didn’t want to keep enduring this anymore. It was clear that today wasn’t going to end peacefully. I raised my voice and announced, “Sorry for the spectacle, everyone. Please enjoy the food and drinks, but Griffin and I’s wedding ends here. We’re breaking up—consider yourselves witnesses.” “How long are you going to keep this up!” Griffin glared at me furiously. Wren immediately put on an anxious act, stamping her foot so her high heels clicked sharply against the floor. “Ms. Geller, you really have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help you greet your friends and family—nothing more.” What a performance. I crossed my arms and stared at her coldly. “Helping me greet guests is one thing, but did you help me sleep with Griffin too?” Wren was pleased with my reaction, a flash of triumph flickering in her eyes. In an instant, she put on the look of someone deeply wronged. “Ms. Geller, you really have such a deep misunderstanding about me.” I couldn’t help myself—I slapped her. She was quite the actress, but I was done wasting time with her games.
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