Chapter 2

I leaned back on the sofa, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Three years. Every time it was like this.

I thought marriage would change him, thought he'd settle down.

I really overestimated myself.

"Twelve hundred for three tables, right?"

I didn't waste any more words and transferred the money directly.

He paused for two seconds, saying "what are you doing," but the next second I saw: Payment received.

Immediately followed by a message: "You're the best, babe. Let's not talk about the past anymore. You're the only one I love! Can't wait for tomorrow's wedding."

Looking at those words, I felt sick to my stomach.

I typed back: "You better look forward to it. I've prepared a big surprise for you."

He asked what surprise. I didn't reply.

After hanging up, I picked up the phone and called my lawyer.

"Mr. Wilson, draft me a divorce agreement. I need it after the wedding tomorrow."

The lawyer was clearly stunned. "But isn't your wedding tomorrow?"

"Yes. The wedding will happen, and I'm getting divorced too."

He didn't ask further, just told me to send over the marriage certificate for filing.

I pulled out that little red booklet from my bag, took a photo, and sent it over.

About five minutes later, Mr. Wilson called back.

His voice sounded off.

"Miss Sophia, something's wrong with this marriage certificate."

My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"I checked the registration number. It doesn't exist in the system. Miss Sophia, this marriage certificate is fake. You two have no legal marriage relationship."

I stood there holding the phone.

Originally, I only planned to invite those women to give him a little surprise. Now it seemed the surprise wasn't big enough.

I opened my phone and started going through Ethan's flirty chat logs, transaction screenshots, intimate photos, saving them all into a folder.

Three years' worth of evidence was all here—so much the folder could barely hold it all.

I compiled all the material into a slideshow, set it to the background music of "Love For Sale," and sent it to the MC: "For tomorrow's wedding, replace the video with this one."

The MC was silent for a full ten seconds before replying with one word: "Okay."

I closed my phone and lay in bed. I didn't sleep all night.

The next morning, while I was getting my makeup done, Ethan sent a message: "Babe, I'm so excited. Finally getting to marry you."

I stared at the screen for two seconds before replying: "You'll be even more excited soon."

Then my mom called: "Sophia, who exactly did you invite for those three tables? Why didn't you tell us?"

I said, "Mom, just watch the show today. Don't ask so many questions."

She sighed. "Don't do anything crazy."

I didn't answer.

After hanging up, I deleted all the photos with Ethan from my phone. Not a single one left.

I called the hotel manager: "Those three tables of mine, arrange them directly facing the stage."

After hanging up, I took a deep breath, lifted my wedding dress hem, and walked out of the dressing room.

Guests gradually arrived. I stood at the entrance greeting them, counting down in my mind.

Ethan came over, glanced at the three empty tables, and asked, "Who did you invite? Why aren't they here yet?"