For the Ten Years I Wasted

I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet.

The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment.

Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions.

The account was updated again the day before I was getting married.

[Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.]

The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.

It was the photo we took at the bridal shop last week.

Vicky Yeager was helping me fix my veil while chatting with me nonstop. In the mirror, she was smiling even more brightly than I was, as if she were the one getting married.

"Zoe Evans, you're so beautiful. Josh Clark is really the luckiest guy." Her voice choked suddenly.

Josh stood not far away, looking down at his phone. When he heard his name, he looked up and gave us a gentle smile.

Somehow, I found a hint of reluctance in that smile.

"You're exaggerating." I held Vicky's hand. "If it weren't for you insisting on bringing me here to try on wedding dresses, I might have just bought a random one."

"How can that be?" Vicky widened her eyes. "My dearest baby's once-in-a-lifetime wedding has to be perfect!"

She turned to look at Josh. "Don't you think so?"

Josh put down his phone and walked over, naturally placing his arms around my shoulders. "How could it not be? Zoe looks stunning in whatever she wears, but this dress is indeed perfect for you."

He looked me up and down, his tone full of affection and his eyes filled with admiration.

Before heading out for the outdoor shoot, Vicky suddenly took a photo of us in secret.

The flash was not turned off. I turned to look at her, and she merely said she wanted to capture the moment as a memento.

At the bachelorette party the night before the wedding, I was completely drunk, and Vicky naturally took over caring for me.

When Josh came to pick me up, she was carefully wiping my forehead with a damp towel.

She said to Josh, "Leave Zoe to me. Tonight is her bachelorette night. As the soon-to-be groom, you can't bother her."

Josh just stood at the door and did not come in. His gaze was fixed on Vicky, complex and unreadable.

I leaned back on the couch, looking at them through blurry, drunken eyes.

"Josh..." I mumbled his name.

He finally looked at me,