My name was Opal Johnston. I wore a fake belly that I bought for 19.9 dollars on eBay to pretend I was pregnant and brought a gigolo that I rented for 9,999 dollars from a bar to the wedding venue of my ex-boyfriend, Oliver Taylor, and my phony best friend, Sydney Windrow.

I burst into tears and said, "Oliver, Sydney, I give you my blessings! Olivia, although I don't know why she got pregnant four months after we broke up three months ago, I sincerely wish you happy together forever!"

The gigolo, Anthony Atkinson, said with determination, "I will take good care of Opal and your baby, Oliver!"

All the guests were stunned.

***

I had at least ten ex-boyfriends, and Oliver was the first to have the nerve to betray me.

Of course, I couldn't tolerate it.

Before I could even take any action, while I was drinking at the bar, Sydney shamelessly sent me their wedding invitation.

[Opal, Oliver and I are getting married. You are welcome to attend our wedding.]

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw her message. She was my bestie indeed.

Under the dim light, I shook the wine glass in my hand and grabbed the uniform of the handsome guy who delivered the wine.

It seemed that his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at me attentively, his gaze revealing a hint of doubt.

Help! His long eyelashes and full youthful feeling are tempting me.

I calmed myself down. After my heartbeat slowed down, I asked, "Do you need money? I'll pay 9,999 dollars for two hours of your time to act with me."

He obviously was stunned for a second, and then he smiled and said, "OK. My name is Anthony Atkinson."

His voice was clear and bright, almost enchanting.

I coughed awkwardly a few times and then took out my phone. "My name is Opal. I'll friend you on WhatsApp. Then I'll reach out to you." After hesitating for a moment, I asked, "Are you of legal age?"

I didn't dare to hire underage workers. It was illegal.

Anthony friended me on WhatsApp with a smile and replied meaningfully, "Of course. You can ask me to do anything."

I sprayed the wine out of my mouth. His words made it seem like I was going to do something to him.

He looked at me worriedly, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

I awkwardly smiled and interrupted him with a "Bye", and then I ran away.

On the way, I touched my slightly flushed face. I had no idea men younger than me could be this attractive!

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Oliver and Sydney's wedding.

I put on makeup that made me look pitiful, wore a fake belly to pretend I was pregnant, and dressed in plus-size maternity clothes, heading towards the wedding venue of the lovebirds.

Wearing sunglasses and a mask, I arrived at the location agreed upon with Anthony.

I saw him from afar. He was standing tall and straight in the sunlight, making me unconsciously wipe the corners of my mouth.

Sorry, I drooled a bit. Being young was great.

I stood in front of him and said, "Hi, Anthony."

He stared at my belly in astonishment, no longer that elegant. "Opal... You... You..."

Following his gaze, I looked down at my belly and patted it. "Chill. It's fake. We are going to do something big today. Come over here."

I waved at Anthony, and he bent down to listen to me whispering in his ear about today's plan.

I looked at him proudly. He suddenly realized something and nodded seriously. "Don't worry, Opal. I love acting the most. I guarantee they'll be utterly humiliated."

Very good. I liked obedient men the most. And his ears were already red after we talked for just a little while.

"Now, the bride and the groom can exchange rings..."

We arrived just in time for this solemn moment.

I carefully supported my big belly and walked into the venue unsteadily. I pinched my thigh suddenly and exclaimed.

All eyes were focused on me, and the spotlight followed.

When Oliver saw me, he panicked. His eyes seemed to ask why I came.

Of course, I came. I was invited by Sydney.

"Opal, you're here. I'm glad you could come to bless us."

Sydney's face showed a decent smile as she looked at me like a winner.

What was there to be proud of?

Oliver and I met at a business gathering. After he persistently pursued me for a year, I happened to be ready for a relationship and agreed.

I had money, and I could spend it on whoever I wanted.

Oliver probably thought I was pretending to be rich and didn't spend much on him.

It was not surprising that he would think that. After all, I usually wore only a white shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of slippers.

The joy of minimalist dressing was great.

Meanwhile, Sydney kept seducing him, so he cheated on me.

Everyone despised a jerk.

Sydney was the only one who treated him as a treasure. She got pregnant out of wedlock and had a shotgun marriage. Silly woman. She'd suffer.