The night before our wedding, my fiancee, Winona Yale, sleeps with her first love. He tells her he has cancer and wants to lose his virginity before he dies, and she agrees to fulfill his dying wish.

Later that night, I, Liam Parker, receive photos of them together in bed.

I laugh coldly and text back, "If she's that much of a saint, she's all yours."

The next morning, I cancel the wedding and announce a party to celebrate staying single.

Winona panics, showing up in her white dress with red-rimmed eyes. Her voice shakes as she sobs.

"You don't want to marry me anymore?"

The day before our wedding, I was eagerly going through the final checklist with my fiancee, Winona Yale.

We'd been together for five years. Tomorrow we were finally getting married, so naturally I wanted to give her a wedding she'd never forget.

But she seemed distracted. I asked her several questions, but she didn't respond to any of them, which started to worry me.

"Winnie, what's wrong? Are you having second thoughts about marrying me?"

She snapped back to attention and waved her hands.

"Of course not, Liam. I'm just as excited for tomorrow as you are."

Relief washed over me, and I tried to lighten the mood.

"I guess you're having pre-wedding jitters. Don't worry. I promise you'll be the most beautiful bride tomorrow."

Winona blushed and leaned shyly against my shoulder. I could tell she wanted to say something, but kept stopping herself.

"Whatever it is, just tell me. We're getting married tomorrow, and couples don't hide things from each other," I said.

She avoided my gaze, as if trying to summon the courage to say something.

"Julian told me today he has cancer. I want to visit him at the hospital."

The name stopped me cold.

Julian Stone was Winona's first love, and she'd never really gotten over him. Years ago, he dumped her out of nowhere when he decided to move abroad. I was the one who stayed by her side through the heartbreak, and eventually we became a couple.

After that, Julian disappeared from our lives for five years. It was so long that I had nearly forgotten he existed. Still, I never expected him to return.

Even if he had cancer, why was he texting Winona? And he specifically chose to tell her the day before our wedding. What was his motive?

I suppressed my anger and tried to dissuade her.

"Winnie, Julian has nothing to do with you anymore. We're getting married tomorrow, and there's still so much left to do today."

The soft blush on her cheeks vanished, replaced by anger, and she shoved me away.

She retorted, "Liam, can't you show a little compassion? He's my friend, and he has cancer. Am I not allowed to visit him?

"We're not even married yet, and you're already trying to control me. What's next? Are you going to lock me in the house every day and not let me out?"

I stared at the enraged Winona in disbelief. I couldn't believe these completely unreasonable words were coming out of her mouth.

Any man would feel uncomfortable letting his wife meet her ex, yet somehow she made it sound like I was trying to control her. Thinking about the wedding tomorrow, I decided it was better to avoid any conflict and give in.

"Then I'll go with you to the hospital. Julian and I went to college together. If he's sick, I should visit him too," I said.

I thought she'd be satisfied with my response. Instead, she shot to her feet and lashed out at me.

"What's that supposed to mean? You don't trust me, and now you want to monitor me? How can you be this petty?"

Whatever excitement I'd had about the wedding evaporated. I hadn't expected Winona to blow up like this. I thought my request was reasonable, but I couldn't understand why she was acting so defensive.

"Winnie, no husband in the world would be okay with his wife visiting her ex alone. I'm already compromising by saying I'll go with you."

She looked increasingly frustrated. Then, she stamped her foot.

"I don't care what you think. I'm going whether you like it or not, and you're staying here."

She seemed to realize her attitude had been too harsh and softened her tone.

"Liam, I just want to see Julian one last time. If you're there, he'll feel uncomfortable. Besides, tomorrow I'll be your wife. Don't you trust me?"

I knew Winona. She only softened her tone like this when she was trying to appease me. But her insistence on not letting me go only fueled my suspicions.

I stared at her intently and said, "Our wedding's tomorrow. Just be back early."

Her eyes lit up. She threw her arms around me and planted a big kiss on my lips.

"So, you agree? You're the best, Liam. Don't worry. I'll be back early and won't let it affect the wedding tomorrow."

Before, I would have been thrilled to hear that. Watching her hum cheerfully as she sat down to do her makeup, my heart kept sinking.

I was starting to wonder if she'd ever really loved me. I remembered when Winona was talking to the wedding planner, she insisted on a simple look and said she disliked makeup. I hadn't thought much of it since she'd never worn any around me.

But now she sat at her vanity, meticulously applying makeup to every part of her face. She looked more incredible and gorgeous than she'd been in our entire five years together.

I'd always loved that she didn't need any of that around me. Now I realized she probably never had me in her heart to begin with.

Winona took forever going through her closet before settling on a fitted sleeveless dress. She was naturally beautiful. But with that dress and all the effort she'd put in today, she looked absolutely stunning. Unfortunately, she wasn't dressing up for me.

Usually, I'd hug her before she left. This time, I just sat there silently and watched her walk out the door. She didn't seem to notice anything was different and left with a smile.

I looked at the wedding decorations around our room, and the red roses scattered on the bed. This was everything I'd dreamed about. But now that it was actually here in front of me, I felt lost. Would Winona and I really be happy together?

Suddenly, a notification chimed from the computer in the study room. I got up to check and noticed she had forgotten to log out of her messaging app.

Seeing that the message was from Julian, a voice in my head whispered, "Go on. Just open it, and you'll know if the woman you love has been lying to you."

I tried to convince myself that Winona was only visiting him because of their past relationship and that she would still marry me tomorrow.

I knew checking her messages would be an invasion of her privacy, and I shouldn't do it. But her behavior today pushed my suspicions past the point of restraint. In the end, I clicked open the chat window with Julian.

Julian said, "Winnie, I'm in room 601. I'll be waiting for you."

Just then, Winona's reply synced to the computer screen.

"I'll give you the most perfect, unforgettable experience tonight, so your life won't have any regrets."

His next message came through almost immediately, clearly excited.

"I can't wait. I wish you were here with me right now."

Those messages sent blood rushing straight to my head. It took every shred of rationality I had to keep myself from driving to that hotel and catching them in the act.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would've believed Winona would be capable of saying something like that. From what I knew of her, she'd get embarrassed just kissing me. Yet for Julian, she revealed a side of herself I never knew existed.

Earlier, she kept accusing me of not trusting her, but I'd obviously hit a nerve, and she freaked out.

Julian's cancer diagnosis and needing to visit him at the hospital were just an excuse. They were clearly getting back together.

Logic told me to go to that hotel right now and catch them in the act. Then, I could expose Winona for who she really was, cancel the wedding, and humiliate her in front of everyone.

But five years together meant I still had some pathetic shred of hope left. So, I just sat there in front of the computer like a corpse, watching time crawl by.

My heart grew colder with every passing minute. It was the middle of summer, but I felt like I was sitting in a blizzard, shivering and numb.

By 1:00 am, the apartment was still dead silent. The only light came from the computer screen reflecting off my bloodshot eyes. I knew then that Winona wasn't coming home tonight.

Looking around at all the wedding decorations, every single one meant to celebrate the happiness we were supposed to have tomorrow. But she had destroyed that happiness with her own hands.

Just then, my phone lit up in the dark. When I opened it, I saw a photo of Winona in bed with another man. She was leaning against his bare chest with a satisfied smile.

A moment later, more messages came through.

"Thanks, old friend. You're a real stand-up guy for letting Winnie keep me company."

"She's still as kindhearted as ever. As soon as she heard this was my dying wish, she agreed right away."

"I heard you two are getting married tomorrow. Congratulations in advance. I'll probably never get to see this alluring side of Winnie again. You don't mind her staying with me tonight, do you?"

Seeing that suggestive photo felt like someone had slapped me twice across the face. Julian's taunting words were like a knife twisting in my gut.

My bride was spending the night before our wedding with another man. How ironic.

I saved the photo as evidence and replied with a sneer, "A woman that saintly is too good for me. She's all yours."

Next, I immediately contacted a friend and asked him to help sync all the old chat logs between Winona and Julian to my computer.

I'd been preparing myself to find out they'd been secretly seeing each other behind my back. But when I saw the complete chat logs, I realized how pathetic I really was. Today was actually their first time reaching out in five years.

Julian had told Winona he had cancer and didn't have much time left. His only wish before dying was to lose his virginity.

She seemed to have forgotten the pain he had caused her five years ago. Upon learning that he had cancer, nothing else mattered to her.

Her concern and urgency in her messages were something she'd never shown me. Without hesitation, she agreed to his wish and arranged to meet him that very night.

She hadn't even bothered to verify if he was really diagnosed with cancer. A few lines of sweet talk from him had completely unraveled her.

Even though I had already decided to call off the wedding, my heart still ached. It turned out the five-year relationship I'd been so proud of couldn't compete with a few texts from Julian.

Maybe everyone except that one person was just settling. I was probably that person Winona settled for, the second choice in her eyes.

Over the past five years, there hadn't been a single moment when I wasn't looking forward to building our own home together. But now I didn't love her anymore. A woman like that wasn't worthy of my feelings for her.