A Forever Wedding, Destroyed by One Toast

At the wedding rehearsal, my fiancée’s so-called male best friend. Daniel Song, swaggered forward with a raised glass.

“To the bride!” His grin was wicked. “Baby, once you’re married, don’t come knocking on my door for late-night company anymore, alright?”

The bridesmaids burst out laughing. He slung an arm around Vanessa Summers, my soon to be bride, leaning in as if to kiss her.

My jaw tightened.

Catching my expression, he turned toward me, smirking, “And Adrian! Poor guy looks like he’s useless in bed. Better learn how to keep our Vanessa satisfied.”