Groom Swap at the Wedding

At our wedding ceremony, Rose Lane's assistant, Zachary Zimmer, accidentally projects the wrong photo on the screen.

The huge screen initially shows a wedding portrait of Rose and me. But suddenly, it turns into a photo featuring Rose and Zachary in wedding clothes. Both of them held hands with each other while looking into each other's eyes lovingly. It was clear that they looked very happy together.

Everyone gasps in shock.

Zachary begins sobbing quietly and asks if I can delay the wedding.

Rose remains calm and collected as she starts throwing out suggestions to me.

"The guests are already here, so it'll be embarrassing for us if we delay the wedding ceremony. Besides, it also spells ill luck for us if we do that. No one recognizes the groom's face anyway. Why don't we let Zachary replace you in this ceremony for now?"

All of our friends are stunned, to say the least. They think I'll go ballistic and get incredibly jealous because of Rose's suggestion.

Instead, I nod and claim that it's a great idea.

Noting my composed manner, Rose smugly declares that we've already registered our marriage, so she promises me that she will hold another wedding for me when she's free enough.

But she seems to have forgotten that she's signed a divorce agreement just now.

I plucked the groom's boutonniere and handed it to my wife, Rose Lane, then didn't bother with the subtle looks she and the people around us were exchanging. I just walked out of the hotel.

Rose didn't come after me.

Behind me, the hall erupted in applause as Rose and Zachary Zimmer took the stage, surrounded by the celebrating crowd.

I knew this wasn't an accident. It was Zachary's way of poking at me.

Too bad Rose couldn't—or wouldn't—see it. Maybe she saw and was deliberately letting it slide.

In the past, I might've felt upset, but now, surprisingly, I felt nothing but calm.

I went home and took a much-needed nap.

Rose hated fuss, so the entire wedding had fallen on me. From start to finish, I was running around making sure nothing went wrong.

I'd been preparing nonstop after work, carefully selecting hotels and staying up late to choose invitation card designs and party favors. Yesterday, I even rehearsed until the early hours, and my chest still ached from the stress.

Looking back now, it felt hardly worth it.

I should've just gone through the motions.

Just as I was drifting in and out of sleep, Rose's call jolted me awake.

"Marcus, the wedding's over. Where are you?"

Hearing her cheerful voice on the line made me chuckle—I'd been home for hours, and she hadn't even noticed I was gone.

Or maybe she had noticed, but she didn't care enough to check.

I yawned. "At home."

For a split second, there was nothing but silence.

"Marcus, are you still upset about the wedding?" she asked, knowingly, like she always did.

This time, she was wrong. I wasn't angry,