"I've been waiting for you to send me a grand proposal for three whole years. The last thing I've been waiting for is an invitation to your wedding with someone else."
On the invitation, the groom's name was my boyfriend of seven years. The bride's name is not mine.
I didn't cry or make a fuss. Just on the wedding day, wearing the red dress bought for him, he went to his rival's company to sign the CEO appointment letter.
Later, he knelt down in the rain and begged me to turn back. I smiled and handed him an umbrella:
"Don't get too wet. On your wedding day, I was wearing full makeup."
