My Fiancée Guessed Wrong Groom, so I Left

At the wedding door games, my best friend, Justin Winston, suggests that my fiancee, Tiffany Bastion, feel everyone's abs while blindfolded so that she can guess who the groom actually is.

Amid everyone's cheers, Tiffany gives every groomsman a nice feel before shaking her head firmly.

"This is too easy! If I can't even recognize my own husband, we might as well call off the wedding!"

When Tiffany is about to touch me, Justin suddenly flashes me a mysterious smile. Then, he takes off his shirt and moves to stand in front of her.

The next moment, Tiffany shrieks excitedly, "This is my husband! I can't be wrong about this!"

Justin lets out a chortle. Then, he grabs Tiffany by the wrist and begins navigating her hand from his abs down to his groin.

"Why don't you give this a good feel? Do you still think this is your husband?"

Tiffany just smiles bashfully as she roams her hands all over Justin's body.

As I look at the pair's overly intimate actions, I sneer at them before stuffing the wedding bouquet into Justin's hands.

"Since you two are in sync with each other that much, you might as well host this wedding on your own."

Tiffany Bastion removed the mask and demanded, "Why are you throwing a fit, Nathan Heaton? Why are you threatening to call off the wedding? What do you take me for?"

"You're the one who said that you'll call off the wedding if you can't even identify your own husband with just your touch," I retorted.

Tiffany was briefly stunned before she started laughing. "Oh, I see. You're jealous. Okay, that's enough. It's just a game. Besides, you and Justin grew up together. It's not like he's a stranger."

A stranger, huh?

In the past, when Tiffany lost a game of Truth or Dare, she and Justin Winston fed each other alcohol right in front of me.

During her bachelorette party, she slept in the same bed as Justin after exhausting herself from celebrating too much.

Tiffany would always use the same damned excuse that Justin wasn't a stranger to smooth things over whenever I confronted her about her behavior.

Even today, during such an important occasion, she trampled all over my reputation in front of my friends and family. She even had the nerve to ask me to forget what I had seen.

It was preposterous!

I scoffed. "You touched everyone else, but Justin was the only one whom you immediately identified as your husband after you touched him. I'm guessing that you're already intimately familiar with the shape of his body. That's why you accidentally let the truth slip out."

"I'm not," Tiffany said, her eyes reddening as she shook her head.

Justin, who had remained silent the entire time, stepped forward and pulled Tiffany behind him.

"Why are you slandering your fiancee like this, Nate? I can pretend that I didn't hear what you just said, so stop being so stubborn."

He offered