The Bride in Wedding Dress Wasn't Me

Synopsis

The bridal shop called, saying my fiancé had settled the full payment for the dress. But the consultant brought out a maternity gown. The bride on the order wasn't me, and the wedding date wasn't ours. Yet, the signature on the payment? My fiancé's name, Alex Caldwell. I followed the address the consultant gave me and found a photography studio. Pushing aside the curtain, I saw a young woman, cradling her back, changing her shoes. She looked at me, frowned, and asked, "Who are you?" I handed her the bridal shop receipt, asking softly, "The groom's number for final payment confirmation? Can you give it to me?" She smiled sweetly and rattled off my husband's phone number. The woman cradled her back, her face still covered in bridal makeup, her lips a shimmering pink. "Are you new here?" She swept her eyes over me,