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.

I tore down all the wedding decorations in the room and notified everyone that the wedding was canceled. The banquet would go on as planned, but we'd be celebrating my single life instead. After that, I turned off my phone to avoid my family bombarding me with calls.

At 11:00 am, Winona still hadn't returned. It seemed there was no need to spare her even the last bit of dignity.

When I arrived at the wedding venue, Margaret Sullivan, Winona's mother, stormed forward to confront me. She was so close that I could feel her spit flying.

"Liam, what is the meaning of this? You turned a perfectly good wedding celebration into some singles party? You need to pay my family another half million for this embarrassment, or Winnie's not going to forgive you."

I frowned and took a few steps back.

Margaret was the type who favored sons over daughters. When we discussed the wedding, she had demanded an outrageous sum of one million in cash. I used to tolerate her crap because I wanted to marry Winona, but not anymore.

"I turned it into a singles party. Isn't that obvious? I'm not marrying Winona, and the engagement's off."

Her eyes flashed with fury. Before she could explode, a tearful voice came from behind her.

"Liam, why don't you want to marry me anymore? Today was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives."

I turned to see Winona in her white wedding dress. Her eyes were red and swollen, like she'd been crying for hours.

With her looking devastated and me standing there calm, it made me look like the asshole who'd broken her heart. If I hadn't known what she did last night, I might have actually been fooled by that act.

"You're here just in time. I'm officially notifying you that the wedding is canceled."

Panic flashed in her eyes. Lifting the hem of her dress, she hurried over and tried to grab my sleeve.

She said, "Are you upset because I didn't come home last night? Let me explain. Julian and I haven't seen each other in years. We were catching up and lost track of time.

"But I went to the salon first thing this morning because I wanted to be the most beautiful bride for you. I came straight here as soon as I got dressed. Please don't cancel the wedding just because you're mad at me."

I looked at Winona in that pristine white dress. She looked exactly how I'd always pictured my wedding day—beautiful, radiant, and practically glowing. But after last night, I'd seen the ugliness hiding underneath all that beauty.

I avoided her hand and handed her the photo from last night.

"Seems like you didn't just lose track of time. You ended up in bed with him."

Her face flushed crimson when she saw the photo. Once she realized I knew, she dropped the act.

"Let me explain. Julian has cancer, and this was his dying wish. We've known each other for so many years, and I couldn't just let him die with regrets. You understand that, don't you?"

She kept getting more confident and righteous, as if she were doing something noble. I'd be a complete asshole for not understanding.

I almost laughed out loud in disbelief. It was the first time I'd heard someone describe cheating as noble and virtuous.

I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?"

"Of course not!" she shot back without hesitation.

I laughed bitterly.

"So, Julian's special to you then. You never got over him these past five years, right?"

Winona shouted, "I already told you it was only to make sure he didn't leave this world with regrets. Why are you being so petty about this? Besides, I showed up to the wedding on time today, didn't I? What more do you want from me?"

When I looked at her, it hit me that Winona still didn't think she'd done anything wrong. It was as if her mere presence at the wedding today was doing me a huge favor.

I used to dote on her. The second she showed the slightest hint of irritation, I'd drop everything to make her happy. But right now, all I wanted was a clean break. I didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

"I've made myself perfectly clear," I stated. "I'm calling off the wedding. From now on, who you choose to help find closure is none of my business."

Winona yanked off her veil and threw it on the ground.

"Fine. Call it off then. Don't come crying to me later," she spat.

She then stormed out, brushing past Margaret's attempts to stop her. The guests had already pieced together what had happened and exchanged bewildered glances.

My parents came forward to comfort me. They said they never thought Winona would cheat on me. All I felt was relief that it was finally over.

I picked up the microphone and told everyone to enjoy the food and drinks.

That afternoon, I returned to the office and submitted a transfer request.

My supervisor was baffled. He couldn't understand why I wanted to relocate to a branch office out of town so soon after my wedding.

I gave him a bitter smile but didn't explain. He eventually approved it after I insisted.

I listed the apartment I'd prepared as our wedding home with a real estate agent and moved back in with my parents temporarily. Otherwise, staying in that apartment would've reminded me of memories that suffocated me.

That day, the agent called, sounding troubled. He said a woman kept insisting the apartment was hers and wouldn't let him bring anyone to view it. Through the receiver, I could faintly hear Winona's voice.

I didn't get it. I'd made everything clear that day, and she'd agreed. So why was she suddenly showing up at the apartment to make a scene?

I had no choice but to go deal with it.

When I arrived, Winona was standing in front of the door to prevent the agent from entering. The moment she spotted me, her face lit up, and she rushed over to grab my hand.

"Liam, this man's a scammer. He says this place is for sale, but this is our wedding home. How could you possibly sell it?"

I shook her hand off and responded calmly, "I'm the one selling it. This was supposed to be our wedding home, but that ended the day we called off the wedding."

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

She began, "Are you still upset with me? I already explained everything that day. Besides, it only happened once with Julian, and it was just to fulfill his dying wish.

"You're the one I want to spend my life with. Even that night, you were the one I was thinking about. I only said we should call off the wedding because I was angry. Please forgive me."

I'd never heard anything so shameless in my life.

So, she thought she could keep her heart and her body separated. Did she think there were different levels of cheating, and hers was somehow the acceptable kind?

"Winona, you know what? You've made the last five years of my life feel like a sick joke."