Wanted: A Bride Who Doesn't Escape to Hunt With Another Man

Everything is ready on the day of my wedding. But the bride, Adella Marlowe, is nowhere to be seen.

That's when she texts me on my phone. Apparently, as a national shooting champion, there's a last-minute competition that she has to attend right away, all consequences be damned.

But the next day, I see a social media post uploaded by Raiden Chase, the newest recruit in Adella's team.

In the photo, I see Adella with one foot on a dead wild boar while propping her gun with a proud smile on her face.

The caption goes, "I'm so glad to have a wife who's also a national shooting champion! Now, Grandma won't have to worry about her corn fields getting attacked by wildlife!"

As I stare at the post, I just smile and leave a comment. "As expected of the champion whose heart goes out to the normal folk!"

Adella quickly calls me the next moment.

"Delete your comment right now! Also, stop being all passive-aggressive around me! It's just a missed wedding; must you be so snide about it?"

This isn't Adella's first time leaving me at the altar. It's been two years, and every time she ditches me at the altar, she always has an excuse to do so.

I just hang up on Adella without saying a word.

She's right, though. This is just a wedding, isn't it? I might as well call it off once and for all.

I'd just hung up the phone when the wedding officiant came running over, drenched in sweat and out of breath.

"Mr. Orion Blaze, what are we supposed to do about the wedding?" he asked.

I looked at how panicked he was and calmed him down. "It's fine. Just tell the guests to enjoy the food and drinks, and the wedding ends here today. You'll still get paid in full."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and sprinted off to pacify the gusts, while I took off my suit and headed backstage.

The moment I got there, my phone started buzzing nonstop. When I checked, it was a video call from my wife, Adella Marlowe.

I thought she was finally calling to apologize, so after a brief hesitation, I felt my resolve soften and picked up.

But the face on the screen belonged to a man, Raiden Chase, the new recruit on her shooting team.

"I'm really sorry, Orion. I completely forgot today was the big day for you and Adella. That post on my feed was just a joke, so please don't take it seriously."

Though my expression stayed calm, an uncontrollable fire of rage roared in my chest. This wasn't an apology; it was a blatant victory lap and a taunt!

I could feel my blood boil as I stared at his innocent expression. Behind him, the entire shooting team I'd hired was sitting around, eating and laughing.

Adella stood right next to Raiden. Her expression was icy, and her eyes were even colder than her