Betrayed at the Altar：He Ruined My Name, So I Exposed His Secret

My best friend has been the golden boy since kindergarten. Me? I've been "Scarface" for as long as I can remember.

Girls have handed me over three thousand love letters throughout my life. Every single one was meant for him.

On my wedding day, Cedric Simmons showed up looking like he'd stepped off a magazine cover.

"Brother, you're finally getting your happily ever after!" He clapped my shoulder, grinning. "I'm here to make sure this day is perfect for you!"

Then he saw my bride's face—the kind of beauty that belonged on movie posters.

His congratulations died in his throat.