The night before the wedding, I received an anonymous courier. Inside were the house booking records of the fiancé and his best friend for five years, and a handwritten seating map - the first row in area A, marked "the bride's ex-boyfriend."
My ex-boyfriend, who had been missing for ten years, walked into the wedding venue wearing a suit and ties, followed by a team of security guards to clear the place. He looked at me with a smile: "You look better in your wedding dress than I imagined."
The wedding ring in my hand was replaced by him at some point. On the inside of the ring, my name and today's date are engraved.
The best friend's face turned pale, and her fiancé's champagne glass shattered on the floor. All the flashlights were pointed at me. He lowered his voice: "Do you want to know what else is hidden behind them?"
