Ending Our Marriage Was the Best for Me

Three hours before our wedding, my fiancée told me not to bother picking her up for the ceremony, and registered her marriage with Khalil instead.

I endured the whispers and judgmental stares of the guests. Just as the humiliation threatened to swallow me whole, her younger aunt, Adriana, pushed open the doors of the hotel.

She arrived with the most extravagant wedding convoy, carrying 9,999 roses. With a sincere gaze, she confessed she had secretly loved me for years—that marrying me had been her dream.

Moved by her gesture, grateful for her rescue from public disgrace, I said yes.