The Failed Wedding Scam

My fiance, Henry Gordon, was two hours late to our vows on our wedding day.

Just as he was catching his breath and about to say ‘I do’, he received a call from his secretary, Yvonne Luther.

After hanging up, he looked at me apologetically.

“Honey, my useless team can’t handle the personnel appointment of the financial team on their own. They’re insisting that I head back! I’ll make it up to you with another wedding later on.”

I told him that I understood though I felt disappointed, because he was at a critical stage in his career.

However, the moment he left without hesitation, I tossed the ring on my finger into the venue’s flower bed and announced to everyone that the wedding was cancelled.

I had to see for myself who would ask Henry, a mere minority shareholder, to make such a significant decision without consulting me, the chairperson.

He did not know that just a few hours earlier, I had taken back the ‘gift’ I gave him and reclaimed my position as the company’s chairperson.

On the day of our wedding, my so-called ‘loyal’ fiance, Henry Gordon, secretly held another wedding with another woman. I was his rightful fiancee and had been dating him for years. It was the biggest humiliation I had ever endured.

Since he wanted to play dirty, I would make sure the happy couple paid the price they deserved.

On my way back to the company, I passed by an extravagant wedding banquet venue and spotted Henry’s car.

When I got out of my car, I saw Henry bridal carrying his secretary, Yvonne Luther, and walking proudly through the crowd.

They were surrounded by flowers and blessings. Henry was grinning, and Yvonne had a shy, bashful look on her face as she nestled into his arms.

I could not believe my eyes. I pushed through the crowd.

Looking at the expensive wedding gown Yvonne was wearing, then at my cheap, rented wedding dress, my heart felt like it was being clenched by an invisible hand.

I remembered telling Henry that I wanted a wedding gown of my own when we were discussing our wedding. I just wanted something to cherish, so that when I grew old, I could look at it and remember the happiness of our wedding day.

However, Henry had said wedding gowns were too expensive and that he could not afford one. He even said that after all his years of hard work for the company, his health had suffered multiple breakdowns, so any spare money we had needed to be used for his treatment.

Considering how he always worked hard and put in effort for the company despite his modest abilities, I did not bring up buying a wedding gown anymore.

Still, I wanted a wedding full of flowers and blessings.

However, every time I brought it up, Henry would irritably tug at his tie and tell me that weddings were just for show. He would say that they