Back in her room, Sylvia lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over, streaming silently down her face.

For five years, she had never imagined a day when she and Nathaniel would break up. She had never thought she would marry another man.

But in just a matter of days, everything had changed.

Her phone buzzed beside her, snapping her from her thoughts.

Picking it up, she saw new messages.

“Sylvia, guess where I am?”

The message was from Vivian, accompanied by several photos.

It was pictures of her and Nathaniel’s home.

Then came more—intimate photos of Vivian and Nathaniel entwined together on the very bed that was supposed to be for her and Nathaniel.

“As soon as you left, Nathaniel couldn’t wait to bring me here. He even told all the staff not to say a word to you! Your bed is really comfortable, by the way. I heard you picked out the sheets yourself, didn’t you? The lovebirds on them look just like me and Nathaniel, don’t they?”

The mocking tone of Vivian’s words and the photos that came with them failed to stir any emotion in Sylvia.

She quietly scrolled through the messages, then turned off her phone.

It didn’t matter anymore. She would never go back there again.

In the following days, Sylvia’s parents were busy making arrangements for her upcoming wedding.

She was just as occupied, spending her days being dragged around for fittings, shopping trips, and endless preparations.

As for Nathaniel? She learned about his every move through Vivian.

Every day, Vivian sent her photos and updates, detailing her life with Nathaniel as if to taunt her.

Sylvia simply treated it as entertainment.

She saved every photo, screenshot every text, cataloging them one by one.

Nathaniel also tried to reach out to her daily. He called her repeatedly, but she never answered. He sent gifts and delivered them straight to her house, but she didn’t even open the boxes before throwing them away.

Finally, on the eve of her wedding, Nathaniel started to sense that something was wrong.

At his bachelor party, he vented his frustrations to his friends.

“Lately, Sylvia hasn’t been responding to me or answering my calls. Do you think she’s figured something out?”

“Come on, how could she? We’ve kept this under wraps perfectly. There’s no way she knows. Just focus on your wedding to Vivian tomorrow.”

“Exactly. Spend some quality time with Vivian while you can. She doesn’t have much time left. Once you get through this month, Sylvia will come right back to you like nothing ever happened.”

Nathaniel still felt uneasy, but the day of his wedding with Vivian had arrived.

At this point, there was no turning back.

…

The next morning, Sylvia sat in front of the mirror in her bedroom while her mother combed her hair, tears streaming down her face.

“My little girl… you’re getting married today.”

“Mom, it’s a happy day—I’m getting married. Why are you crying?”

“How could I not cry? I’m going to miss you. But at least we know the Cooper family well. Bennett seems like a great guy. I’ve met him a few times. He just got back from the capital, and I heard he’s a high-ranking officer in the military. Handsome too, and definitely on par with Nathaniel.”

Her mother reached for her phone. “Here, let me show you a photo of him—”

Sylvia gently stopped her. “There’s no need, Mom. I’ll see him in person soon enough.”

She glanced at the clock. It was already 7 a.m., and it was time to head to the hotel.

Nathaniel had likely left for his wedding by now.

It was time to let everyone know her decision.

Taking out her phone, Sylvia posted a simple message to her social media:

“Getting married today. Wish me luck.”

Comments flooded in almost immediately, all filled with congratulatory messages:

“Congratulations! Five years together, and now it’s your happily ever after.”

“Finally tying the knot with Nathaniel? So envious of you two!”

“Wishing you and Nathaniel a lifetime of happiness together!”

Sylvia read through the comments, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile.

Look at that.

Everyone assumed she was marrying Nathaniel, but he was about to wed his first love, and she was set to marry a stranger.

That morning, Nathaniel couldn’t shake a sense of unease.

Something felt wrong, though he couldn’t put his finger on it.

His friends brushed it off, telling him he was overthinking things.

He reluctantly got into the wedding car, picked up Vivian, and headed to the hotel he had originally booked with Sylvia.

As soon as they arrived and stepped out of the car, a few old acquaintances approached them, grinning.

“Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair! Finally tying the knot!”

“Yeah, but where’s Sylvia? Haven’t seen her yet.”

“Sylvia?” Nathaniel’s face stiffened, and he forced a smile. “Actually, she’s not the one I’m marrying today.”

“What? You’ve got to be kidding!” one of them exclaimed, stunned. “Sylvia posted on social media this morning, saying she’s getting married. Isn’t it with you?”

Another chimed in, equally confused. “That can’t be right. The hotel and date are the same. How could she not be marrying you? Mr. Sinclair, stop joking around!”

Nathaniel froze. "What did you just say? She posted on social media, saying she’s getting married today?"

Snatching his friend’s phone, he stared at Sylvia’s post. For a moment, his mind went completely blank.

Impossible. She was getting married? To whom?

Just then, a car pulled up at the curb.

Stepping out was none other than Sylvia herself, dressed in a wedding gown.

The sight of her hit Nathaniel like a thunderbolt, his face instantly draining of color.

Standing frozen in place, he stammered, “Sylvia, what are you doing here?”

Sylvia stepped forward, her lips curling into a mocking smile as she faced him.

“I could ask you the same thing—what are you doing here?”

Her gaze shifted to Vivian, who stood beside him. Vivian was wearing Sylvia’s wedding gown, holding her bouquet, and standing in the place that was supposed to be hers.

Vivian’s face turned pale the moment she saw Sylvia. She had never expected her to show up, let alone dressed in a wedding gown.

“I—” Nathaniel struggled to form an explanation.

“Sylvia!” Vivian suddenly burst out, tears streaming down her face. “You’ve known all along that I’m marrying Nathaniel today, haven’t you? Is that why you showed up in a wedding gown? Are you trying to steal him from me?”

Her voice cracked as she cried harder. “Please, I’m begging you. Don’t ruin my wedding. I don’t have much time left. I’m dying! Once I’m gone, Nathaniel will be all yours. Can’t you just let me have this one thing?”

Vivian collapsed to her knees, sobbing so pitifully that onlookers began to gather, whispering amongst themselves.

Seeing the spectacle unfold, many in the crowd assumed Sylvia was the homewrecker trying to disrupt their wedding.

But Sylvia found it all laughable.

“I really love Nathaniel. But I have cancer. My only wish before I die is to marry him. Please, I’m begging you. Let me marry him.”

Finally, Nathaniel could no longer bear it. He leaned down to help Vivian up.

“Vivian, don’t do this. Sylvia is very understanding. She’ll let you marry me,” he said softly, before turning to Sylvia and reaching for her hand.

“I’m sorry, Sylvia. I didn’t mean to keep this from you. Vivian’s condition is getting worse. I can’t just stand by and refuse her dying wish. Be good and go home for now. Once this wedding is over, I’ll come back to you.”

Sylvia yanked her hand away from his grasp, her expression cold and unyielding. “Nathaniel, what makes you think I’m here for you today?”

“Sylvia, stop being unreasonable. Let’s just get through today. I know I owe you an apology. When I get back, you can do whatever you want.”

“Exactly,” one of Nathaniel’s friends chimed in, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. “Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Just let Nathaniel and Vivian have their moment.”

“Yeah, Sylvia,” another added. “Nathaniel’s still have feelings for you. What he’s doing is just showing he’s a responsible man. You’ve always been understanding. Just let this go and head home.”

Sylvia looked at the group of men standing before her, all of them trying to convince her to quietly walk away from this humiliation.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

Understanding? They wanted her to be so “understanding” as to let her boyfriend marry another woman while she stood aside with a smile.

Unfortunately for them, Sylvia wasn’t that kind of woman.

“I’ll say it one more time. I’m not here for you.”

With that, she turned on her heel and started toward the entrance of the chapel.

Vivian stepped in front of her, tears streaming down her face as she broke down completely.

“Sylvia Garner, are you really going to ruin this for me? Are you just going to stand there and watch me die?”

As the words left her lips, Vivian lifted the hem of her wedding gown and, in a fit of desperation, ran straight toward one of the nearby pillars, ready to slam herself against it.

Everyone froze in shock, watching as blood trickled down Vivian’s forehead, staining the pristine white of her wedding gown.

“Vivian!” Nathaniel cried out, rushing forward to catch her as she stumbled.

In that instant, all his hesitation and guilt vanished.

Holding Vivian in his arms, he asked softly, “Why would you do this to yourself?”

“Nathaniel, you know… my greatest wish has always been to marry you. But since Miss Garner refuses to let me have that, I might as well end it all now. Don’t worry, I don’t blame you or her. I can only blame my own fate.”

As if to emphasize her point, she coughed up blood, the sight eliciting gasps from the onlookers.

Seeing her like this, Nathaniel’s gaze hardened as he turned to Sylvia, his expression growing cold.

“Sylvia, must you drive her to the point of self-harm? When did you become so cruel and heartless?”

His accusation felt like a knife to Sylvia’s chest.

So, this was how he saw her?

But it didn’t matter anymore. She’d had enough of this farce.

“Nathaniel, the ceremony is about to start. You’d better get Vivian inside.”

Nathaniel didn’t hesitate. He carried Vivian in his arms, gave Sylvia one last look, then turned and walked away without another word.

A few people approached Sylvia, offering words of consolation.

“Sylvia, there’s no need to keep pushing this. Since Nathaniel says Vivian doesn’t have much time left, you should just let it go. Everyone’s watching.”

Sylvia’s lips curled into a faint smile, but her words were calm and steady.

“I already told you—I’m not here for Nathaniel. I’m here for my own wedding, which is happening in the hall right next to his. If you have the time, you’re welcome to drop by.”

With that, she turned and walked into the hotel lobby, leaving the crowd stunned.

“Wow, Nathaniel really knows how to stir things up—two brides in wedding gowns fighting over him!”

When Sylvia entered the hall, most of her family and relatives were already there, chatting and waiting. The only one missing was the groom.

Sylvia’s mother, growing anxious, turned to her husband. “Where is Bennett? He wouldn’t… not show up, would he?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. The Cooper family is already here. Why would Bennett back out now? I heard he started his journey back yesterday. He’s probably just running late.”

Though her parents were worried, Sylvia sat quietly, her expression unreadable.

She told herself she wasn’t nervous, but the tight knot in her stomach said otherwise.

She was about to marry a man she had never met before. She didn’t know if he was handsome or plain, tall or short.

Did she regret it?

Not at all.

She wasn’t getting any younger, and it was time to settle down.

If the man standing next to her wasn’t someone she loved, then it didn’t matter who it was.

From the hall next door, Sylvia heard the voice of the officiant, prompting her to glance in that direction.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel stood before the officiant in his own ceremony, but his mind was elsewhere.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Sylvia. Had she gone home? Would she forgive him?

“Miss Vivian Hayes, do you take Nathaniel Sinclair as your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

Vivian didn’t hesitate for a second. “I do!”

“And Mr. Nathaniel Sinclair, do you take Vivian Hayes as your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her, and promise to remain devoted to her for all your days?”

But Nathaniel wasn’t listening. Lost in thoughts of Sylvia, he didn’t even hear the officiant.

“Mr. Sinclair, do you take Vivian Hayes as your wife?” the officiant repeated, louder this time.

Still, Nathaniel didn’t respond.

The room grew restless, with guests whispering amongst themselves.

Vivian, growing nervous, tugged at his sleeve.

“Nathaniel!” she hissed, her voice filled with urgency.

“What?” he asked, snapping back to reality.

“The officiant is asking you a question,” Vivian said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Nathaniel mumbled, turning back to the officiant.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a voice from the audience cut through the tension.

“So, Sylvia wasn’t joking—she’s really getting married today! Right next door!”

“Seriously? Is that true?”

“Why don’t we go take a look? What’s going on with those two? They dated for five years without getting married, and now they’re tying the knot and marrying someone else on the same day? Unbelievable.”

With that, murmurs filled the room as guests began rushing toward the doors, eager to see for themselves.

Nathaniel’s chest tightened, a wave of unease washing over him.

He knew, logically, that Sylvia was just trying to make a scene, but despite himself, he couldn’t stop the panic creeping into his heart.