My Husband Was Getting Married Again, So I Called the Police

Synopsis

"Congratulations, Mr. Carter," I said. I stood at the hotel entrance, looking at the red balloons in the lobby. "Happy wedding," I said. I put the wreath on the ground. White lily, black mourning ribbons. On the ribbon, it said: [David Carter, rest in peace.] The bride screamed. David's face turned pale. I smiled and pulled out my phone. "Don't worry, the police are on their way," I said. Bigamy was punishable by up to two years in prison. And our marriage license was still valid.