The Bride Was Not Me

I was a wedding planner, and I personally designed my husband's wedding to his mistress.

I had been with Victor for five years. Three of those years were swallowed by the pandemic. The remaining two were spent married, pregnant, and raising a child.

The wedding I had always dreamed of existed only as "next time" whenever it came out of his mouth, until the day I received a new wedding planning request.

The client was a young woman, her eyes curved with laughter, her smile bright and full of hope.

"This is the venue my boyfriend chose himself," she said softly. "He insisted the wedding had to be held here."

I took the file from her, and my gaze stopped on the venue name.

The church in Clairmont. The very church I had mentioned to my husband countless times, the place I had dreamed of more than anything else.

I was just about to smile and marvel at how someone in this world shared my taste so perfectly when the groom's name leapt into view.

Victor Langford.

My fingers froze on the page.

Across from me, the girl was still wrapped in her happiness. She added gently, "We've only been together for two months, but he said he wants to give me the best wedding possible."

I curved my lips into a smile and fixed my eyes on that familiar face—the man I had lived with for five years.

After all this time, the day I planned Victor's wedding had finally arrived.

Too bad the bride wasn't me.

The Groom's Name

I set the papers down and looked up, studying the girl sitting across from me.

She was very young, pale, and a little too thin.

My prolonged silence had clearly made her nervous.

Anna Greenfield spoke carefully, her voice tentative. "Ms. Shaw, is there something wrong with the information I gave you?"

I leaned back in my chair, my eyes drifting once more to the groom's name printed on the page.

"No. There's nothing wrong," I said. "I just thought the groom's name looked familiar."

Anna lowered her head guiltily and denied it on instinct. "I-I don't think so. You must be mistaken. My boyfriend has never been married."

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized what she had said. Her entire body stiffened.

I lowered my gaze and let out a soft laugh.

One casual sentence was all it took to scare her into exposing herself as a mistress. Victor's taste in women really was terrible.

I pretended not to hear her slip. Tapping the venue photos with my finger, I smoothly steered the conversation back on track.

"Ms. Greenfield, why did you choose this place? As far as I know, this church isn't very popular in the wedding industry."

Seeing that I wasn't pressing the issue, she visibly relaxed. A hint of pride crept into her voice.

"My boyfriend chose it. He said he spent years looking for the perfect place to get married. He's