I watched as they cried, overwhelmed with emotion, and kissed without restraint.

At that moment, my eyes welled with tears. I lowered my head and rubbed at my eyes to ease the sting.

A staff member beside me seemed to find someone to talk to and said excitedly, "Isn't it incredibly touching? I never thought there'd be real love in a wealthy family. They must truly love each other. You can't fake that kind of look in someone's eyes."

I forced a smile. "Yeah. They must really love each other."

Jenna seemed to sense something and suddenly looked in my direction.

Instinctively, I lowered the brim of my hat and dropped my gaze.

Henry followed her line of sight. A smug smile appeared on his face. "What is it, Jenna? Did you see someone you know?"

She paused for a second before shaking her head. "No. I must've been mistaken."

I lifted my head again and looked at their wedding attire.

"Guess that dream came true after all," I murmured.

Although the man wearing the groom's suit and going through the wedding ceremony wasn't me, at least the clothes themselves were designed by me.

In a way, it was a belated answer and a barely passable ending for six years of youth and wholehearted love.

After the rehearsal ended, Henry blocked my way outside the dressing room.

He looked me up and down with a sarcastic smile.

"After everything I've shown you these past few days, you still won't give up? Maybe Jenna loved you once. But if she really loved you, would she be marrying me? Even sleeping with me? You're not from the same world as us. I only befriended you before because you were Jenna's boyfriend. Now, take the hint and get lost! Stay as far away from us as possible."

With that, he turned around and walked away in disdain.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Jenna.

I didn't answer. Soon, she sent me a message.

[Chris, I worked too late last night, so I didn't come home. I didn't want to disturb you.]

Another message followed.

[I have a last-minute business trip these next two days. I'll be back the day after tomorrow. Don't be mad at me. I'll bring you your favorite cake when I get back.]

After reading the messages, a wave of bleak sadness washed over me.

She really went to great lengths to plan her wedding while carefully lying to me and stringing me along.

My eyes turned red, but no tears fell.

Someone who betrayed me wasn't worth my grief.

I didn't reply. I blocked her number and deleted all her contact information.

When I got home, I gathered the screenshots of Henry's taunts and the video of them kissing, bundled everything together, and sent it to the courier scheduled to deliver the flowers the next day.

I added a note.

[Please play this video in front of the bride. Thank you.]

On the wedding day, I wheeled my suitcase toward the airport.

At the venue, Henry greeted guests with a radiant smile, while Jenna kept glancing at her phone.

I hadn't replied to any of her messages. My phone stayed unreachable. An unexplainable unease crept into her chest.

But she couldn't leave. All she could do was wait anxiously for the ceremony to end.

Finally, the officiant announced the start of the wedding. The bride made her entrance.

The courier stepped forward with a bouquet and handed it to Jenna.

Henry was in the middle of his speech. Jenna smiled as she accepted the flowers, but the moment she read the card, all color drained from her face.

The courier spoke at just the right time.

"Miss, there's also a video. The gentleman who sent the flowers asked me to play it for you. He congratulated you on finding the person you'll spend your life with. He wishes you happiness, and he also wishes that you two will never meet again in this life."