One Wife, Multiple Weddings

On the day of my wedding with my girlfriend, I was unexpectedly informed by the hotel that our ceremony had to be postponed by a couple of hours.

With no time to notify relatives and friends of the change, I had to rush to the hotel entrance to intercept guests.

Upon arriving, I was stopped at the door by security, who told me that a wedding was currently taking place inside.

The host's voice could be heard as I saw my girlfriend, wearing a veil, smiling and extending her hand to a man who was half-kneeling.

In the audience, all the bride's relatives who were supposed to attend our wedding were seated, clapping and cheering.

The man on stage was her dream guy and also my current superior.

Seeing me causing a commotion, my girlfriend warned me, "I'm just helping out. Alex is your superior. I'm also doing this to help you. Don't cause any trouble."

Just helping out? I had booked the wedding venue, chosen the time, designed the wedding dress, and personally sent out the invitations.

How could a wedding be rearranged so suddenly?

I looked coldly at the ring box the man was holding.

"It seems my taste is quite similar to my yours. If that's the case, this diamond ring is yours, including the wife."

My girlfriend finally panicked.

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Hijacked Wedding

Early in the morning, the hotel I had booked called to say the venue would be delayed by a couple of hours.

Who would announce such a major delay for a wedding at the last minute?

Moreover, how could a wedding time be changed just like that?

Even the calmest person would be infuriated, so I began yelling at the phone.

The response on the other end was indifferent. "Miss Shaw has already agreed. If you have any problems, discuss it with your wife."

I felt like someone had pulled the plug. My anger disappeared immediately.

Jessica was usually a reasonable person. The hotel must have used some kind of excuse to make her give up our wedding time.

But such a big event as a wedding, where the time was carefully chosen and invitations had already been sent out, our relatives must be nearing the hotel by now. Jessica was being unreasonable!

I instinctively pulled out my phone to call Jessica, but the call was hung up almost immediately.

I facepalmed myself. I'd forgotten our agreement!

Although we had been living together for some time, she insisted on following ancient customs and moved out months before the wedding, insisting we only meet after the marriage.

Even our nightly goodnight calls had been gradually canceled, as she wanted to maintain a "mystery" before the wedding.

In a panic, I put on some clothes and headed out.

I had to go to the hotel myself to greet the guests and explain the situation slowly.

By the time I reached the hotel entrance, most of my relatives were already there, milling around in confusion, while none