My Bride Chose Another Groom, So I Walked Away

On the wedding day, the bridal car arrived, only to pick up the wrong person. Instead of me, it carried my fiancée’s first love straight to the venue.

Left with no other choice, I hailed a taxi. I arrived just a few minutes late, but by then, he had already taken my place, standing beside her, reciting vows that were meant for me.

Anger burned through me, but my fiancée shot me an impatient glare before I could speak.

"Who told you to mess up something as simple as arranging the bridal car? Do you expect me and all our guests to sit around and wait for you?"